Children of The Moon Chronicles: Echo (Book I)

Chapter 4

Our relief didn’t last long, as the sky got brighter, we retreated back beyond the bushes to conceal ourselves. Ferlhaunz is a small village, the houses were made of hardwood, the church was the same except for the bell tower which is made of rocks. There was one huge store at the middle of the village that sells yards of cloth, bread and spices.

“I’m hungry, sister.” A six-year old kid said to her older sister, the smell of newly-baked bread and fried eggs that came from the houses just made our stomachs grumble.

Alex and Iyanna gave me an expectant look.

I sighed.

“Alex, Iyanna, come on, let’s go look for food. You,” I pointed at a fourteen-year-old kid who is the oldest among the remaining people in the group, he immediately stood up, “guard the others, they’re your responsibility until we return, what’s your name boy?”

“My name is Oviric Alseufier, Master Von Cliffe, I’m pleased to serve you.” He bowed to me. I nodded, he looks strong, though he is not tall, his dark eyes shone with knowledge far beyond his years and his stocky built and posture speaks of strength and years of training.

After entrusting the rest to Oviric, the three of us set towards the village. Of course, we were careful. We didn’t walk right to the middle of the street, instead, we hid ourselves behind tall grass for our appearance might trigger unwanted attention from the village folks.

We followed the scent of the bread, which lead us to the backdoor of the store or at least to the back of the building where the store is located, it is an old house made of wood and also the biggest house in this village.

We heard humming from the inside and two women murmuring, they seemed to be engrossed their conversation that they didn’t notice the three of us quietly crept towards the door.

They stood with their back to us, both have chocolate brown hair which they tied in a bun behind their heads, one was clutching a cup of coffee which was placed on the table while the other was carrying a baby and humming to it, the one with the coffee was chattering.

“I tell you, Martha, there’s something wrong in that Demon town, just two days ago when I went shopping there, I saw these people with odd tattoos, they look wild, I tell you. They’re up to something. I know. It’s on the news, all those gangs, rebels, that kind of people.”