Chapter 5

Nothing absolutely nothing, no heartbeat, not even a breath, absolute nothingness.

-Hedgar, what, what happened? -

-... ... ..-

-Hedgar? -

-can't be ... he had to wake up ... but ... instead-

Mahel was still lying on the ground, just a second had passed by the light that illuminated the room, Mahel had not yet awakened, the convulsions had ceased but the blood continued to gush, but, above all, the foam had begun to turn red , an almost black red, a red that did not bode well.

-Hedgar, what's going on? -

- Run away .. ..-

-thing?-

-Escape! as fast as you can, don't look back! Run to exhaustion-

At that moment Mahel began to get up, slowly, she was trembling, her eyes showed white, no foam came out of her mouth.

- Escape, do not call for help too many people would die, I hold him back if I can he could wake up-

Mahel stood up completely, his right eye lit up, it was red, his gaze had changed it was cruel, it was a look different from his own, it showed no murderous intent, his gaze wanted to see the world burn, full of hate and with a dormant rancor, he raised his bandaged arm, the light no longer passed through the window, the shadows lengthened and the fire was extinguished, the air became cold as ice and heavy as lead. Elisabhet then heard the dwarf recite something and finally a solid crystal coffin was pierced around "Alexander".

- Run away! -

Elisabhet sprinted, without looking back.

- Right now you had to lose control boy, you couldn't wait a few hours, damn-

At that moment, a crack formed on the crystal coffin, then two, a web of cracks formed on the crystal that eventually broke, into thousands of pieces. Mahe moved forward, slow without hesitation, Hedgar began to whisper a long and ancient dwarven chant, told of the beginning of the world, how the gods created the world from stone, how the gods undecided on how to create the first living being, the main gods then created the various races: the god of fire Jwenr created men, fiery and full of passion but with a short and ephemeral life like a candle and dragons her children, the air goddess Niijha created elves and dryads , beautiful elusive and light creatures that live in contact with nature, instead the god of the earth Mkhir created dwarfs and giant creatures hard as rock both in body and in mind, after he had finished reciting them he said:

-I'm sorry boy, this will hurt-, in the hand of the dwarf, five crystals appeared each for one element: blue for water, red for fire, green for air, gray for earth and sky blue for lightning , took the gray crystal in his hand, squeezed it in his hand until it broke and exclaimed: - This is my miracle of the earth, afterwards you will have to offer me a beer - as soon as the crystal broke a light enveloped Hedgar's hand, pointed it towards Mahel and an incredible weight crushed the boy who collapsed to the ground, trying to wriggle, it was as if an immense boulder had fallen on his back, this was the power of the miracle of the earth: the manipulation and creation of invisible and indestructible objects, none he had managed to beat him and only two people could survive, he and Mahel who eventually stopped squirming and passed out, suffocating from the weight.

-Hengar fell, every time I use a miracle of the gods I can not move, you are really stupid Mahel, lose control in the middle of the city, now the guards will come.

At that moment Mahel opened his eyes, he could not elaborate what had happened or perhaps he did not want to elaborate it, but in any case he was so confused that for a moment he abandoned his usual mask of coolness replaced by a worried expression.

-Mhhh ... what ... what, .... I lost control right? Sorry, I let my guard down, relaxed by the fire and ... and ... I lost control.

-It doesn't matter boy, but you owe me a drink, I had to use a miracle, plus that of the earth my favorite. -

-Okay Hedgar, I'll give you a beer, actually a barrel thanks for stopping me but now where is Elisabhet?

-I told her to run away, so she'll be here somewhere hidden and scared let's go find her, or she might worry-

They slowly left the inn, Mahel was wounded so he leaned on the dwarf who effortlessly, he supported him, began to look for Elisabhet, but there were no traces, footprints, they began to ask people, but, no one had seen the girl,

-Melediction! She took running without turning literally, now I can't use another miracle to look for her.

- I'll do it, don't worry-

At that moment, Mahel closed her eyes and began to whisper something, something in an ancient language, so ancient that few people could understand it, but it can be translated more or less like this:

-The shadows have seen you, your footprints are invisible to the light but I can sell them, you can't hide from the nightmares-

At that moment the shadows lengthened, some appeared in the middle of the light had a ghostly and terrifying quality, a dark and evil aura that Hedgar had learned to bear, each of those shadows marked a direct path to a door, but Mahel knew where it carried that door: it led into the underground area.

-How long, haven't you used your techniques, Mahel? -

-Too long, I had to stretch a little-

Then after saying this, Mahel took a flask from his cloak, uncorked it and drank it until he consumed the mint, then passed it to Hedgar who drank it without too many compliments, after a couple of seconds the wounds disappeared from their bodies, which I worshiped. also filled with energy.

-Now go get your wife Hedgar it's time to go to hell-

Hegar immediately ran into the inn, coming out shortly after with a huge double ax,

-Now we think! -

Mahel went to the door which opened immediately, they found themselves in front of a long flight of stairs, which led directly to the rotten area of ​​the city, they began to slowly descend the stairs, dimly lit, with rare torches, they went very deep, not they talked, there was only a tacit agreement between them, they didn't have to talk, they had to be careful of possible murderers or thieves, they went down again and again without stopping, a little wind eased in the stairs, all of a sudden the torches went out due to the wind , Mahel got on the defensive, while the dwarf slowly took his ax, the torches were immediately rekindled but they were no longer alone, around them were five men, sentries, - Let's be calm, sir, we don't want to kill you all-

Instead Hedgar whispered to Mahel-what are you doing Mahel ... ... don't provoke them-

-You probably don't know who I am but ...-

-I do ! See you after a long time Mahel I hope you remember me true-

-Ah ... see you after some time eh ... Yonth-

-Already cursed, put down your weapons guys or you'll all die, and Mahel.-

-That ... Mahel ?! Mahel Rav ...-

-Shut up Dagh if you don't want to die, this here, I remind you is the"شيطان قاتل"-

-You are right boss .... shut up-

In front of Mahel stood a dark-skinned, oriental-featured man with a ruined turbate on his head, that man was called Yonth although his real name was Yonthunum-Magredh a middle-aged mercenary who had helped Mahel on various occasions, or a merchant who sold strange trinkets or a shaman with strange oriental rituals and mystical objects, his face was very calm and inspired trust with a very white and fatherly smile, he had a short white beard that encircled his face, his skin he was hazelnut while his eyes were almost silver gray, on his right hip he held a scimitar with a sand-colored handle and scabbard with gold trim.

-So Yonth, something new while I wasn't here? -

-Yes, a couple of things have happened, the merchants are back, the mercenaries have gathered in moderately run guilds-

Mahel did not trust, Yonth was an enigmatic, cryptic man, he hardly ever talked about problems, if suddenly a problem appeared in the city Yonth would not have said anything, he would have solved it by himself.

-Tell me the truth Yonth, what's up here-

-Nothing nothing....-

-Yonth, now, tell me, what, happens-

-It doesn't happen ...-

-NOW!-

-We have, a plague of Undead down here, the eastern quarter is totally in check, the inhabitants have organized the money, I have not accepted them, but in the meantime I have organized a militia to isolate the neighborhood-

-The usual Yonth, thought Mahel, the one who helps the needy in any case, should have accepted the money or at least part of it, So, he said aloud, we have a cry below and the authorities have not done anything? The usual then.

-Already...-

-Do you want my usual hand? -

-Yes, we need it, how much do you want? -

-This time nothing, I came to town for a contract, plus I'm looking for a girl who "hired me as a guide" -

-A girl...-

-We went down here to look for her, what a nuisance, she is a girl with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, with a medium build-

-Ohhhh القرف !! I saw her I couldn't stop her she ran too fast as if chased by a ... demon, you ... you ... you lost control, again, for sure Hedgar would have made her run away

-Yes, that's right-

-So she ran away here, but she didn't know anything about the city so she fled here, to the underground area.

- She headed for the east quarter, right? -

-Exact-

-What a hassle, Yonth will you come with me, this will be your payment-

-but, didn't you want to do it for free? -

-I changed my mind, okay? -

-Okay Mahel, I see you care about the girl.

- Wrong, I care about the money he will give me to give to be the guide.-

-But really?-

Silence was his answer, while under his mustache the merchant laughed, -And I Yount don't tell me anything eh? Eh? - said Hedgar, -Stay quiet, Hed. I didn't forget about you, tell me how you made him come to his senses-

- Well, I used a miracle, my favorite that of the earth, and I threw it down, you should have seen his face, it was purple all red-

-Shut up Hedgar, we have to go, I want my money-

- Okay, Okay ... it looked like a tomato-

-Tsk-

They headed towards the east quarter, escorted by the men of Younth, the underground area was an immense shanty town, of wooden houses, stone inhabited by poor, beggars or outlaws who fled from the guards who by the way never patrolled in the underground area, it was a rotten, dirty area where if you didn't get your hands dirty, you couldn't survive, it was a city within a city, with unique laws, single government based on Mahel's old acquaintances, and with a group of guards who kept "order" without no mercy, but above all they took children and trained them for war and then sent them on raids, killing people or stealing from caravans.

They arrived in the east area, it was the "richest" area the buildings were all in stone, but the streets were all deserted, there was no living soul, everything was deserted, the air was heavy and stank, stank of death, rotting corpses , around them, however, there was no silence, all of them heard all around, whispers, creaks.

At that moment, sacks fell from the roofs of some houses, re-paid on them, but with a careful look Hedgar exclaimed: -They looked like sacks, but no they are not, no ... they are the undead, to arms! -

Everyone drew their weapons Younth his scimitar with the blade as sharp as a few blades and light as a feather, Hedgar took his ax, it was a very special ax, the blade was made with a Giant's bone, while the handle was made with a thousand-year old oak with silver trim, Dag instead drew a longsword with a strange oval shield with a green eye painted in the center and finally Mahel took his clean, shiny black daggers as usual.

As soon as they drew their weapons, the creatures jumped up, while dozens of creatures sprouted from the windows, doors, corners,

-Well now it's time to fight Younth-

-Yes Hed. it's time to slaughter some Dead, what do you say Mahel? -

-I say this is a huge nuisance.-