Back at the elvin kingdom King Reninven had a new baby son named Teninven, he grew up to be a great archer just like his father. Not only was he a good archer he was a great sword man.
" Father how are you feeling about the festival?" asked Teninven.
“ Awkward,” replied Reninven.
“ Why?” asked Teninven.
“ There is a sense of darkness running through me, anyways enough with the chitter chatter we have to prepare for the party,” Reninven said.
Teninven walked out of the elven king’s hall with suspicion. It was time for the exciting festival. The kingdom was filled with decoration. All the elves in the kingdom gathered around the great hall. The elven soldiers decorated their bows and swords. People cheering and laughing eating sweets. Until there was a loud sound that sounded like marching. They knew it was Dramula’s return.
" Nin ven graduil!” shouted Teninven. (In english: soldiers get armed and ready to fight). They are back to destroy the golden bow.
