What if we tried to create a movie script together!

Silbern could not be mistaken. These were definitely them. Similar to the warriors who had attacked the elves just today. Of course, all vampires have different faces, but they have something in common – they are all deathly pale blue. With empty eyes, devoid of any spark of life. The eyes are the mirror of the soul. Their eyes did not reflect a soul because they didn't have one. Both were of the same height, approximately 180 cm. One of them held a bloodstained sword in his hand, inscribed with Gothic words. Silbern didn't know the Gothic language, but he was sure that this was it. The undead prefer this font. But what struck the young elf most was the blood on the sword. It meant that several guards would not be able to enjoy the rising sun. The vampire with the sword had his hair tied in a ponytail. An evil smirk played on his face. He enjoyed killing, and if he saw our hero now, he would kill him too. Like his companion, he wore no armor at all. It seemed they had come to kill someone and disappear quickly. Armor is just an unnecessary burden that would be a hindrance in this case. Both wore long black cloaks, which would help their undead masters hide in the night. The second of the newcomers also wore a cloak, but his blade was in its scabbard, which was slung over his back, so only the hilt protruded from behind his left shoulder. In his right hand, he held a strange, curved dagger, the hilt of which was decorated with a skull, the eye sockets of which glowed with a sinister red light. An index finger of his left hand was adorned with a ring with a green stone, inside of which shadows flickered. Silbern was ready to rush at the vampires and avenge the death of his comrades, but he understood too well how dangerous it was. He might not even have time to make a single swing of his blades before the cursed vampire's sword pierced his heart. Vampires are so swift in battle. Besides, judging by all appearances, these two were obvious professionals, trained to fight and kill for centuries. Silbern knew only five elven warriors who could stand against a vampire. These were legendary heroes, whose names, however, could not help the young elf in the current situation. Only druids – the faithful priests of Silanna – could fearlessly fight against vampires. The rest had to be constantly on guard when fighting these undead warriors. The two newcomers, with quick steps, headed deeper into the forest. Silbern was surprised by how silently they moved. Perhaps in a past life, they were elves themselves, and some skills remained with them. After a while, they reached Hilael's palace. Both vampires noticed the archer guard posts before the archers noticed them. They skillfully bypassed these posts, and to Silbern's great surprise, they began to deftly climb up a tree. They didn't even break a single branch, so as not to make unnecessary noise! Our young elf also began to climb the tree, but from the other side. He was terrified, because it seemed that these two had decided to finish off Hilael and were stubbornly climbing up to his palace. Silbern didn't have time to crawl up before the vampires… When he jumped onto the platform, a fierce battle was already in full swing. Our hero, without hesitation, rushed into the fray… Here is another small excerpt; I will finish writing it in the coming days.