
The small forest on the edge of the Valley of Death was covered by the lush trees and darkness of the night. The small group of Emune and his comrades rested on the rows of trees behind the huge pile of rocks. Avena, Leonz and Proner lay quietly next to the bonfire that Emune had made while Horeen sat some distance away from them.
Emune, the only one who was still conscious, leaned his back on the pile of rocks. He vaguely remembered the incident earlier. The supernatural voice that wanted to kill him and another, the supernatural voice of his mother. Emune doesn't know if it's real but he feels the heat, so does the warmth...