Chapter Seven
The waters stormed against the cliffs. The sun beat the lands with its golden rays. Many of the remaining Cummings clan men stood on the battlefield with their swords and bowed for the dead. Roth looked back at hillsides with the mist encompassing the land. The dew traced against the grasses. Roth held his sword on the hilt and paraded to the plains. Many Cummings men shouted after him, but Roth was lost in his thoughts. He continued on and strode through the haze. His mind went back to the only woman he ever loved. The fog continued to span around him in a thickness the eyes couldn’t see. Easy sounds rebounded in the distance. A soft lullaby was faintly heard. The miasma began to part and Vanora stood singing a velvety tune. Roth speared his sword in the ground and walked c
