Chapter 59Enjoy.???
In late 1600s
Bloody footprints descended behind Alatar as he ran as fast as he could down the dark, enchanted forest. He could still hear the screams of thousands of men, women and children of his village as sorrowness washed over him.
Alatar knew it was by the grace of God that he was still alive though his left leg was badly injured. But injured leg wasn't his fear. The angry werewolves chasing him down were his biggest fear.
He thought when he'd made wrong deal with wrong beings and stumbled across wrong group of people. And ended up having his whole resident and village burned down to ashes that would haunt his days and nights.
Alatar shook his head as tears flew from his eyes. He had to push past the pain of rock and pebbles embedded in his bleeding feet. His
