When the black dust and feather tornado has stopped, everything was quiet again. All of the sudden, Mytho heard coughing sound. He looked, he saw his son is holding Renesmee.

"Slow deep breathes Renesmee," the prince spoke to her softly.

"...Mytho..." she weakly speaks to him,

"My son," Mytho was about to head towards them.

Suddenly the prince growled at his father, "You stay away from her!" the prince barked at his father as a mysterious black wind appeared and pushed Mytho away from them. He landed on his side, and force himself to get back up.

https://youtu.be/B68MmRUF-T8

(Pretend Cassandra is Prince Mytho and the man is his father please.)

When he looked again, he saw his son is holding Renesmee in his arms so he could carry her. But he looked at his clothes; his armor kilt is black and red, tights are greyish red and his ballet shoes are black. He can so no shirt on him, just only bandage wrapping around his chest to back but a little muscular than usual. Mytho looks at his sons' face, its normal but his eyes are scorch red with purplish-red markings at the side of his eyes.

All of the sudden, he notice something, "My son," he begun. "What has she done to you?"

"Saved my life of course," he answered. "And I've saved hers' in return,"

"My son...did she...did she gave you her blood?" The prince didn't answer; all he could do is to stare. Mytho soon realize, "She did or did she not?"

"Yes, she did." Prince Mytho growled. "It's the only medicine that could save my life,"

"The only medicine that could save you now is from Tutu's Light of Hope. If won't act quickly, you will be..."

"Or I'll become what?" the prince growled,

"Umm...turned into a crow of course and then you would become her minion,"

The prince laughed, "You don't understand it, don't you?"

"What?"

"I am not her minion, I am her prince also known her fiancé." Suddenly the princes' eyes has begun to glow red, "From now on, I am Mytho the Prince of Crows. From now on, I am also your new enemy."

"What? Why?"

"Because you've almost took Renesmee away from me," his eyes stopped glowing. "And plus you hurt her, I will never forgive you for that."

"My son, this isn't the real you. You've got to snap out of this,"

"No, you're the one who is blind. This is the real me now," suddenly, black wind has started to pick up. "Now you will..." then he felt movement. He looked at his arms, Renesmee moved her hand to slow the bleeding down again and she breathing in pain. The black wind has stopped, "I don't have time for this," he looked at his father. "We will settle the score later after our recoveries,"

"My son wait," Mytho tries to get up. But he couldn't, suddenly he saw Nightwind has started to stand.

"Nightwind," the prince turned to him.

"Yes?" Nightwind replied,

"Call off the attack in battle," he begun. "It's time to return to the kingdom, now!"

"Understood," as he watched the prince carrying Renesmee woundly in his arms. He turned to the battlefield, "Men! Crows! Fall back!" then they have obeyed; as they gathered the wounded and the dead, and headed into the shadows. Nightwind grabbed his sword and limbed to the princes' side,

"We will meet again..." the prince said to his father as he, Renesmee and Nightwind are surrounded by black dust and feathers.

"Wait!" Mytho tries to stop them,

"...soon..." his sons' voice grew faint and they have disappeared without a trace.

When Mytho's son, Renesmee, Nightwind, and the crow army has disappeared. Mytho pounded his fist to the ground, "No," he grunted. "Our son could never do anything like that," Or will he? He grabbed his sword and started to get up, What am I supposed to tell Rue? Then he has started to get down from the plato.

When he got down from the platoo, he ordered his men to gather the wounded and the dead before heading back to camp. Suddenly he spotted Fakir and Derik, then he walked to them. "What the heck happened?" Mytho asked,

"Well uh..." Derik tries to speak,

"You're supposed to back me up Fakir,"

"I know that but..." Fakir answered,

"But what?"

"While I was writing this," Fakir begun. "It has suddenly begun to write on its own,"

"On its own?"

"Yes," Fakir nodded. "Before you got down here, the words has suddenly disappeared and leave the pages blank." He showed the papers, "It's like we've got back where we have started,"

"No," Mytho nodded. "It has become a new game now,"

"Huh?"

"We've got to get back to camp, so I could talk to my wife first. Then I'll tell you,"

"Okay," once they have finished gathering the bodies. They all have started to head towards camp.

At camp, Miss Rue and Duck saw Mytho, Fakir, and the men; dead, wounded, and the living are coming back to camp. They went out of the tent, they both heard Mytho told his soldiers to attend the wounded men in medical care and others must tell families for their lost. When Miss Rue passed Duck to Fakir, she walked to her husband. "So," she said. "How did it go? Did you get our son back?"

Mytho sighed, "Rue," he took his wife's' hand. "We have to talk," then they both went into the tent alone.

"I've got a bad feeling that there's bad news from Mytho," Duck quacked.

"I've believe that you're right Duck," Fakir sighed. "I've believed so," then they went into their tents and left them alone. When Duck heard Miss Rue crying, that means that's not a good sign that she's hearing.

Wherever you are Heaven, Duck prayed. Help us to find you...so give us a sign, then she's ready to wait for the news from Mytho for what he has to say.