Part Thirty-nine

Lena.

While I lost consciousness in the depths of the sea that was a cruel metaphor about my hell, I no longer had the hope of getting out but a silhouette shakes my hand to get out of the water, a silhouette very similar to that of the now disappeared king. , I take it with fear that it is something else that makes me suffer more. He pulls me out of the water and leaves me on the shore while he walks away from me.

- Help! -. I say again, but he does not stop, a thick white cloak begins to cover his two companions who get into a boat. - Do not leave me here! -. The fog moves away a little from the silhouette of the one who saved me. - Aren! -. The fog is moving away from the faces of the other two people again. - Aren, Einar, Daven! -. They only see me with sadness, for later the white cloak covers them again to leave me alone and tormented.

- Did you think you could run away from your destiny? -. I look behind me, Frank was ready to drag me back to my punishment.