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Chapter 16

Blues of Caribbean beaches,
hallows of Tundra leaches,
gallows of Australian mafias,
blues to pinks of Canadian pale faces,
within all the continental traces,
I can feel no less love in these laces,
Tuck it off and feel my naked blazes,
I can feel no less of you when you kiss the ring,
and then my cheek,
and then my lips,
and lift me by my hips,
and shift me into your love.

"Holy Christ!", I exhale from the reverie of my wedding. But the cry of pain to lord was because of the springs of my hair stuck in tree roots. 

I had one hell of a amazing dream. Although I was Ella and my bridegroom was Rohanthan, he was mine. He was my Rohan.

Will Rohanthan and Ella actually end up marrying 200 years ago?

Before stressing my mind any further I should eat something. Grumble in my rumble is pretty loud.

I have been ruthless with my tongue these days. No Mac and cheese, no chicken breast, no fat pork, no delicious fish, the only food here is hunted dry flesh of beasts.

  I walk towards the group of huts which has become my home for nearly a month now. A herd of men are standing and discussing over something important. As I walk towards the gravel they see me and turn towards me.

The chief eyes me with fire in them. His steps feel heavy and anger seeps through the motion.

Stiffening in front of me he pulls out something from his tiger skin bottom. "You own this?", the chain is swinging low from the chief's fingertips. I take a close look at it but, when the pendent glimmers into my irises, my unexpected treasure unveils. I nod in response.

  He opens the pendent trailing his fingers over the engraved ER. "Tell us everything before you breath your last breadth.", his voice is low but very threatening and I move back a few steps.

"Don't move because you are covered by spades and sharpest throngs.", he hisses onto my face.
Fiddling with my fingers for few seconds rolling my eyes towards the ground I become standstill. With a small grunt under my gut I take out my dad's book. I start my tale and continue without inhaling till the end.

Finally I put forward the book. My legs feel tight of fear with fierce gazes on me.

"Rebirth? Unbelievable!", chief exhales in surprise.

"Pkill Rohanthan! Pkill Rohanthan!", the crowd starts screaming from all directions. By now whole tribe is surrounding the area around me, me being the spotlight meek and weak over their screams.

"Ella I am extremely happy that you are a rebirth of our mistress. But, before I tell you what actions we will take with this news I should show and tell you something. So please follow me.", with chief's voice rising again the crowd goes mum and I do as I am asked to. The crowd stays intact.

Chief leads me into heights of thick rubble of rocks. The route is rugged and slippery. My bare feet feels frosted as the chill approaches.

After an hour of trek my eyes open up to the rows and rows of long rocks. Opposite to these is a Halloween marque design. Everything is rock and more grayscale.