Lost city

Part 3

As I look at the night sky

There was not a star in sight 

The soil below is dry

Oh, what a peaceful night.

Myah placed the basket onto the dusty floor and took out the bread and placed it on a piece of paper on the ground. She stood up and brushed the dust off her knees and skirt.

"Ech sin yox dusmen, ech sin engun sesar" she called out in the ancient language. They used this language so that no one would understand, especially the commoners. It loosely translated to, 'I am no enemy, I am your sister'

Suddenly, from the shadows appeared a figure, at the very back of the cave. But instead of it being small and hunched, the figure looked masculine and broader. This was not her younger sister, this was not a ten year old girl, and more like a twenty year old man .Myah took a step back, dropping a loaf of bread.

"Who are you?" she whispered, now walking background, out of the dark and gloomy cave.

The man came into the light, he had lush black hair and dark skin and brown eyes. He was much darker than anyone in the village. In his right he had what seemed to be an expensive sword.

"Menonteth" he replied sternly "I've been looking for my daughter, she looks a lit like me, with curly hair, have you seen her around in these parts?"

"What are you?" she asked, suddenly, she saw a silhouette of a skinny little girl behind him, she had glowing eyes and ragged clothes. Her hair was matted. Myah gently nodded to her.

The man laughed, "I am a man, from Aranor" he replied "have you heard of it?"

Suddenly, the demon jumped on him, she wrapped her bony, white arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She was strangling him, he quickly turned around, punching her off. She reacted quickly, sinking her teeth into his neck and pulled the entire patch of skin out.

He shrieked, clutching his neck and fell to the ground. Myah felt disgusted, she wanted to scream but nothing came out of her mouth. She knelt beside him, trying to help him but he was losing a lot of blood at a rapid pace. Many minutes passed by, what felt like hours to Myah, she took out a needle that she had to patch up her sister's clothes.She then clawed into the dry, hard dirt and spread it out along the palm of her hand. She gathered spit at the back of her throat and spat into it, creating an auburn coloured mud. She dipped the needle into the mud, a chunk of it stuck to it. With it, she drew a circle on his forehead,  then his chest and then she took his sandals off and drew a perfect  circle on his heel. 

Myah had never done such a thing before, she never thought she would have to perform a death ritual until she was at least thirty or even forty years old, when she was old and would have to bury her husband.

"What have you done?" she asked, looking up to the demon, her sister, Preethi, a monster.

"He was threatening you" the monster replied blatantly.

Myah shook her head, above the cave, the sun was rising.

It was red.

She looked down at the man,  the blood in the sand.

Blood was spilled that night.