Such a deep thought was strange to hear coming from a young girl. Of course, she was repeating her father’s words, but it was obvious Dora understood them.
Suddenly, Hadjar heard:
“Darkha-a-a-a-an.”
“Did you hear that?” He asked immediately.
“What?” Einen and Dora asked.
“Darkha-a-a-n.”
“There it is again!”
They all froze. The tall trees swayed around them. They were dark and looked as if they were bleeding black blood, stopping the sun from reaching the ground. The swirling, acrid gloom resembled ghosts wandering through the endless procession of sins from their past that were dragging them down. The cold wind caressed their skin greedily. Their hearts were pounding slowly. In every shadow, they saw a deadly enemy, in every sound, they heard the echo of death’s footsteps.
“There’s
