The waves crash.

The fire burns low.

The mangled wood sinks.

Down, down.

Beneath the surface.

The fell glow dies down.

Its message of betrayal all too clear.

Heralding doom.

The treachery has been carried.

For now, the dread has passed.

Horror not yet dawning.

Save one who stands alone.

Red hair blazing bright.

Against a now-dark sky.

Silence falls over the host.

And than there is.

A cry of terror.

Only six stand there.

Where is the seventh?

Younger son?

He is no longer there.

Red hair mingling.

The horror spreads again.

The waves crash.

The fire burns low.

The mangled wood sinks.

Down, down.

Beneath the surface.

On the shore.

Seven is now six.

Up, up.

Into the flames.

The curse claims.

Its first victim.