Legends: A Tale of Darkness and Terror

2. Darcio

The girl had been strange, she seemed strange, she looked careless. The look of anger and unkindness in her eyes troubled Darcio. He came here, on this path, just by chance, and just by chance stumbled upon the girl name Grace. She is a really unusual creature. The girl was in a light pink gown, long to her feet, bare and wet, half sleeves. Her eyes were pretty and her lips were dark, dark red. Her hair was beautiful, brown and golden, some tied ruthlessly and some waving in the air, even on the forehead, sometimes between the lips. She was a beautiful and pretty young girl, but stupid.

After some time, not too far from where the boy had slashed two goons. It was sunset and after the Burned Crossing, he had taken a cut two the right, that's where that girl, Grace pointed him, more like ordered him to go, "Now turn right from here onwards!" She said with a turning head and waving hand.

"Anything else," the boy replied back with a dry strained look.

After that, the wagon arrived at a sacred spot on the other side of the river. A woman sat on her knees, her hands clasped together. She was standing in front of a man-shaped tall stone, a rough huge monument with two branches in the air, the hands. That stone didn't have a head or legs. Below it, many gifts, grains, gold, and even swords. They swung around and discovered the large old village. There were sheep and goats wandering freely, no mam though, only huts. The huts were of an old structure, not like the one he had seen in Hothar and Mosean. The one here was weak and not of stone, but of mud. With corps and corn as a roof. It was a large area and the weather was dark, the sun was gone. The boy thought strangely about the place. As they entered the village, it was not large, there were girls and women going, some with clothes to wash and some carrying water from the river. The river was close, Darcio had seen while entering. There were unaligned lines of the house, at least 7 in one and 4 in other and that was all. A blacksmith was forging something in the hot iron, he was a huge and dark man with long dry hairs. On the left of the forge was another forge, it was empty but looked hot as though recently closed. It was clean and watery where people walked.

"Rameal! Rameal! " The girl shouted as the wagon stopped and Ghorses sighed.

The blacksmith looked at the voice and came running. Rameal was in an all brown and dirty leather belt all around his chest and legs with a dirty robe hanging on his flat stomach.

"Oh, my Myron. What in the fire happened to him. " Said the middle-aged man in a blacksmith's voice.

"Beggars! There was...They attacked us... near the Burning Trail." She said, almost crying without tears.

The blacksmith had a hammer in his hand, he lifted it to his shoulder.

"Those dirty dogs will never learn," He said angrily. "Tell me where they are, I will crack their bones with my own hands."

"First help me lift him," She lifted his father by putting her hands under his armpits. "And call your wife. He needs immediate attention"

The blacksmith shouted in a loud voice, "Murghi. Murghi comes here at once. Gondur is injured." He shouted so loud that Murghi came at once, and with her came many people.

Murghi was a soft-skinned woman, younger than Rameal, with a high chest and soft skin. She wore a cream-colored kurta with wrinkles and bloated sleeves, over it a red sleeveless coat, dark and made with leather. Below she wore tight-black leather striped trousers like a Somuk. She came bare feet.

They all, some other man in old and cleaned clothes joined them, although the old man didn't seem too heavy. He was thin and bony. They lifted him and led him to a hut, not too big, just behind the blacksmith forge, from where the girl who seemed to be Somuk came. Darcio stayed there with his horse, he listened and watched and took care of his wide cut in the shoulder all by himself. He was to go to Hendalf and wanted to stay somewhere, he did not find a Tav, but he found out about this little village called Romirel Poli. He was bleeding, but his thick royal tunic and cloak stopped the bleeding too early.