Chapter three a nightmare so real….
Under the tick branches was also the last daylight gone. A cold wind blew through the winds Rockingham put is cloak tight around him and stamps with his feats on the ground to keep him self warm he cursed his companions how gave him this post while the wind blew through his cloak he tough back on his home island with the archipel, the long beach and the warm sun how takes hours before sunk behind the horizon. While he wondering back in time the whispers of a echo sounds like a distend memory in his ear: long blond hair and bright eyes and a name… a girls name, who is she? An ice touch wakes him from his though cursing of impatience he look to the almost blind seer how tough with his finger a hope of as near the falling apple basket the old man turns his face so he could smell the evening wind like a haunting dog, she bleeds the blind man told Rockingham. Of how do you speak, Dismarum? I speak about the person our master is looking for finally she has come. Rockingham shook his had, that's impossible she is a myth he said with disgust, for how many centuries doesn't the black lord try to get woman with that power when i served on blackhall I have seen the fruitless trying , dungeons full of hideous creatures it's impossible a woman can not posses magic.
She is here Dismarum hiss. All right tomorrow we will gather the soldiers and take her in Rockingham say. The old men looked away as he pull with his tin fingers his hood down, it has to happen to night. I don't now how the parent will not aloud us to take there daughter away in the middle of the night. The old man didn't answer but suddenly pull a dagger out of his cloak how shines silver in the moonlight and stabs Rockingham just above the groin, the young men walk back in shock but before he could come out of the way the seer already had cut open his stomach. Rockingham moans and lowers on his knees trying to hold the insides in his stomach but he fail miserably, wha.. what are you doing? With the bleeding dagger still in his hand Dismarum reach out his other arm, go my children, find her be my eyes and my ears, destroy how stands in our way. The weakening Rockingham felt on the ground laying there he felt something moving in his open stomach as heated coals, he let out a horrific scream letting his stomach go just before darkness took him he saw them crawling out of his stomach, with thousand of them all in the same time: whit worm liking maggot's. While they crawling out of his body in to the night air it seem like they where swelling and growing until every worm was as long as a arm and as tick as a thumb a few of them bore in the ground and disappears then darkness finally took him and he die, only the words of the old men lead him to forgather, find her my little ones she is mine.
In the moonlight Dismarum kneeled down in the tree garden in the silence evening he didn't hear a sound of a bird or even a buzz of a insect. Dismarum listens with his ears and his inner hearing. Dismarum push his for head against the cold ground sanding his though out to his creatures there answers came back with one single massage hungry. Patients my little ones soon you will get plenty of food to eat. Then he bowed for over and kiss Rockingham on the mound he blew in air till the cheeks where filled then whispers in the death men's ear, Master I bag you pleas hear my call. Dismarum straight his back, wait, listen. It came: the air around him became very cold , he was aware of evil, a chilly presents. From the death lips a sound escape following by words, is she her? Yes my lord Dismarum answers, she's ready her blood gave her power I can smell it. Find here, get her. Of course my lord I have already send the molgrati. Good I will send you a skaltum to help you, Dismarum shivers that will not be necessary I can… he's all ready on his way over her, so be prepaired. As you wish my master Dismarum says . Kneeling next to the body Dismarum grabs a hand full of dirt fill Rockingham's stomach with it, with one hand he held the wound together and spook the words he learnt from his fears master, with each word he felt a pain growing in his stomach his last words where more like a soft cry, luckily the pain almost immediately go's away. Dismarum lean back and let his hand glide over the wound it had worked de wound was health. He lay a finger on the for head of his death guide and spoke a single word… arise! Dismarum pushed him self up leaning on his staff, he stay's still while Rockingham fighting to come back to this world after a few gasp for air Rockingham sits up, what happening? You where passed out.