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Mara stared at the dark shadows gathering within the flame, as the old woman spoke. The holly, Rowan and Yew fed the flames giving light and warmth, but did little to dispel the darkness or cold chill settling over Mara’s soul. Wenda was right it was coming she could feel it, but what could they do?
She had encountered Wraiths before, But none like the one Wenda had described. Wraiths by Nature where vile, vengeful, souls who refused to completely let go of life, they coveted it and despised with envy those who still possessed it. But always they are bound to the place of their death, praying on the unwitting wanderer or tricking with sweet voices or illusions, never did they leave their bounds to hunt souls so relentlessly, no this thing was different, darker, more dangerous!
‘What will you do?’ the old woman’s words cut through Mara’s thoughts and she looked back at the others, What will they do? She wondered, Thoughtfully studying each face in turn, trying to determine their measure.
‘What do you know of Wraiths?’ she asked wearily, she did not relish an encounter with this thing , she doubted that any of them did, but it must be done least the portent of her dream come to pass, it had never occurred to her before that those screams could very well turn out to be those of the people standing before her, but that was the nature of her gift… the future ever changeable is never clear!
As she waited their reply her dark eyes swept the room looking for the one who had once spoken those words to her. For if they where to succeed they may need the help of the one who carries Mandur’mak! …Hells Sword!
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