The large doors of the elven entranceway cracked with every strike from the other side.  The vampires were just outside, a massive troll bashing a wooden beam into the doors.

"They have a cave troll!" Bernen Wildcat informed the others as he spied from the windows on the ceiling.  He dropped down to the floor and joined the lineup of elves and men.

"Archers at the rear, when that gate opens, fire at will!" Ardenelle yelled commands to her elven brethren.  

"Demon slayers, with me in the front," Dalious spoke.  "We focus on the cave troll first."

"I've never seen a cave troll before..." Felian added.

"You'll be fine little brother, stay with the archers," Ronen told him.

The doors burst open, as the vampires poured in, the troll coming in shortly after.  A volley of arrows flew by and turned many of them to dust instantly.  Dalious jumped in first, swinging his flamed swords like a tornado as he struck down one after the other.  The vampires would fall easily to the trained warriors blades, however they just kept pouring in without relent.  

"Ronen, Bernen, with me!"  Dalious shouted as the cave troll smashed a few elves out of the way.  The arrows that pierced its thick skin did little damage.

Ronen used his chain hook to wrap it around the troll's left leg as Wildcat leapt onto the beasts' shoulder, stabbing violently into its neck.  The cave troll grabbed Bernen Wildcat from the tail and tossed him hard and away, the cat hitting one of the walls.  Another volley of arrows flew by as the troll kicked Ronen off and away as well.

Felian ran forward and dropped to his knees, he lifted his shield and yelled for Dalious, who immediately understood.  The pirate ran and leaped from Felian's shield, getting a push as he jumped onto the cave troll and stuck his flaming swords deep into its skull.  The troll fell backwards, dead, as Dalious rolled off unscathed.

They were doing well, until the master vampires came swooping in, their wings as long as a person's body.  They were stronger and faster than the others, breaking limbs and severing heads of the elves as they pushed forward.  Ronen stood one on one with a master, but with every strike he threw, the master was one step ahead.  The vampire master knocked Ronen's blade's away, then drove its clawed arm through Ronen's chest and out the other side.

"RONEN!!" Felian screamed, slashing down vampires left and right trying to get to his brother.  

Bernen Wildcat, too, was overwhelmed by the enemy.  The masters pounced onto the wounded cat, sinking their teeth deep into him and dragging his body away with them as more and more vampires poured into the room.

"The city is lost," Ardenelle yelled.  "Retreat, or die!"

Dalious grabbed a hold of Felian and forced him away with him, while the last of them fell to the vampires in the background.  They made it to the secret passage, locking the doors behind them again.

"They will break through here as well," Ardenelle spoke, only few of her elves still alive and with them.  The rest could still be heard just on the other side, screaming in misery as they were being torn apart and devoured.  "We must meet the king, then sail out to safety.  They should have reached the ships by the river by now."  She led the way out of the tunnels and back toward the others.

"We have to go back!" Felian pleaded.  "We have to..."

"He's gone," Dalious told him.  "You are not, we must meet with the others.  That's an order."  

The secret passageway led to the underground caves, large and dark, save for Dalious' flaming swords which gave the light to follow.  Before long, they reached the king's ships there, where the others were already settled in and ready to set sail.

"The others?" Blackheart started, but he already knew the answer.  He hung his head and held back a tear, for they were still in grave danger.

"The city is lost, my king," Ardenelle said to Everendall.  "We are all that is left."

Of the three ships they had to sail on, Dalious took command of one, along with his remaining crew.  Few words were spoken as they sailed out of the caves and into the deep blue sea.  When the company was far enough away from the land of the elves, torches would be lit for the funeral ceremony.  Soft songs were sung from the elves, as they prayed to their gods under an ever lit sky of stars.  So many were lost, and now they had little direction on where to go.  

"Your grace," Captain Dalious Durendail finally spoke over to the elven king.  Both of their ships rode side by side with one another over calmed waters.  "We must bring back the sun, if we are to reclaim your kingdom.  We should sail to Rockhaven, there is a closed hellmouth there.  Sybil can re-open it, and we can enter.  From inside, we may be able to close all the other hellmouths and bring back the sun."