"Eeee!?" Her eyes enlarged ever so slightly, but she shook her head.
She was not in the mood at the moment.
Alan did not push further.
No ice cream for the one, who doesn't want his cream.
But, the simple healthy happiness was short-lived in this chaotic world.
The air turned a deep shade of crimson; a bloody red mist covered the atmosphere.
"Th-This!? What is this? This is blood," Alan muttered under his breath looking around.
It was something like blood magic, the kind vampires would use.
The mist was everywhere, making it very difficult to tell where it was coming from.
Suddenly, the air began to change. The wind picked up, blowing stronger and stronger until it became a fierce gust.
The temperature dropped rapidly, and dark clouds gathered overhead, blocking the gentle early morning sunlight.
In the distance, a low rumble of thunder could be heard.
The air crackled with electricity, and flashes of lightning illuminated the dark sky.
Tip! Tip!
Tip! Tip!
