The sounds of the festival continued but both the lights and the music were just a tyni bit quieter, two days the festival had gone on, some stalls opening during the day others during the night. Jewel was becoming a town that never slept, fortunately for her, Cathy did sleep, unfortunately she also dreamt.
She found herself standing in the middle of a stone road where dozens of injured knights, men and children walked carefully trying not to make any loud noises, only stopping when when the sounds of something dragging caught their attention.
They looked as if they had Br eaten in days and they all looked so exhausted that even the strongest of them all could fall dead at any moment.
Still the men and boys continued walking, hoping to reach wherever they were headed.
Then she heard them the sounds ofarching feet, dozens became hundreds and hundreds became thousands, none making so much as a sound, all however heading to wards the exhausted men.
Skeletons and rotting corpses ran towards the men and all of the defenders prepared themselves to die, the skeletons ran with an unnatural speed, no longer hindered by the limitations of the living. Then they all froze, ice spikes froze every skeleton, forcing their green witchfire to slowly go off, never to return.
"Where?" Said a towering figure with glowing green blue eyes. It's skeletal form was covered in ice, the ice itself looked as if it was some sort of armor, yet the creature looked neither alive, nor undead.
None of the men said anything only a small boy pointed at a mountain far into the distance, the creature walked past the men and behind him, thousands of skeletons whose frozen bodies seemed to frees the land beneath their feet followed, until a much larger skeletal creature walked past the men.
The creature handed them all a peace if ice and told the men to drink before it walked away, never bothering to look back.
Cathy felt the world turn and she found herself sanding in a place that seemed as if it was made of excrement and she saw them hundreads of skeletond skeletons sinking into the filth, their ice covered forms mixing in with it, forcing the taint away, until only a clean lake was left.
She could see the faces of people that had died because of diseases begging for relief of their eternal torment, only to be frozen wnen they were caught in ice, she saw an infant calling to his mother, a man that begged for forgiveness, an woman who died from infection in her private areas.
Slowly every skeleton began to walk until they all stood side by side and began to frees themselves in place creating a wall of ice, somehow they all walked backwards leaving the wall behind, one by one they began to digaway the faith and began to clean the soil.
Cathy realised after watching for a while, this entire area used to be a town that was now abandoned, or perhaps all of its people were now gone. The skeletons were just cleaning out the infection.
Cathy found herself sading in battlefield, where wave after wave of skelons they thems3lves at a fortress and the the defenders fired they black powder weapons destroying as many as they could, however the skelons simply rose back up and renewed their attack.
Then suddenly all of the invading sketons stopped, their glowing eyes made of only whitchfire turned to look at a small force that had arrived, then they charged, skeletal warriors met with ice skeletons and either tore the ice ones apart or were they themselves were broken under the ice skeletons weapons.
Yet there were to many skeletal warriors, their witch fire threatening to melt all of the ice covered ones, then one by one the ice skeletons exposed blanketing the areas their broken remains were thrown or held in.
It was then that like a wave millions of skeletons whose whitchfire fused them together asked over the ice covered area, and were themselves blown away as a towering figure brought down its battle hammer apon the wave of dead.
Somehow Cathy knew what she was seing, the armies of the undead were being asultued by the armies of the unborn.
She woke up to the sound of her mothers voice her father was about to he'd out and the two of them were going to say their goodbies.
So she got out of bed and gave hear father a tight hug, even as her father left they could see a wagon and carriage filled to the blink with scrolls, books, jewels, weapons, gems and more arrive their owners all looked exhausted, like if none of them had dared to try and get some sleep.
As she saw her father walk away and head out to work Cathy closed the door the moment he vanished from sight, now to far to be seen. Unfortuanally a knock made her stop and her mother opened the door.
There standing at the door was a woman with short black hair that turned white, dressed in almost no cloths, smiling at her mother.
"Greeting, I am the third wife of lord Naotsugu of the house of the horizon, I will like to speck with your daughter if possible." The woman said to her mother.