A Demon's Heart.

Chapter seventeen: Healed Scars

- "I am leaving now, brothers." He disappeared.

                  The man started healing, Armen left too, the man knew they were going to the Murghal Archives, so while he healed though, he decided to leave them know about the rituals, the keys, the stories that were a ''myth'' until now.... But, he was planning a war.... Against Mugh, against Esdor. He started calling shadows, deaths, souls, warriors of naught, demons, vampires, werewolves, dark fairies, all of the dark and unholy beings of the universe, he started chanting for Wellerea, the Dark Lord of Space. He obviously helped, and sent some small meteors down to Mugh, specifically to the Dawnfang Isles, where all the damned hid. The island then got protected by a dark barrier, for a long time, until it was prepared for an attack...

                    Aliana and Mirghreel arrived at Sitiorem, where they would take a transport to Murghal, the capital of Snowfell. Snowfell was huge, amazing and as the bards would describe it: "It was the Secretive Lands of Snow..." Many people still don't understand the verse, but other at the secret Murghal Archives did, it hides everything past, present and future, both existent or nonexistent, known or unknown. Snowfell was almost completely covered in lakes, waterfalls, ponds, ancient ruins, and obviously, snow. It also haves a vast fauna, which traditional hunters use to eat, trade, and the like. The trees in the area were big, the waterfalls were high in mountains or it would make small rapids on the vast planes. As Aliana was seeing all this, she suddenly saw in the distance, a figure....As she forced to see better, Mirghreel interrupted her and she lost sight of him in the dense snow.

                      Mirghreel started to say that the people were ready to leave in the caravan to Murghal. It was a set of traders, nomads, refugees from storms and people who didn't have another option but to move when the resources of the area were depleted; they would have to wait a few years until they would go again to their homes. Mirghreel paid a small toll for the transport, it was cheap, meaning that they would have to stay inside a wagon, full of people. Although it was bad in that manner, they still looked at the bright side, it was the first time they saw Snowfell, and it was more beautiful than they ever imagined. As they were entering the caravan something happened.