Chapter Twenty Seven: Despite history, legend always wins

He who must not be...

"Kesey, look at me! Are you all right?" Siena's voice came like strong muffled stings in my ears, shaking me impetuously from my shoulders.

I thought of nothing but the man in front of me. I could see nothing but his lips framing themselves in a strange smile. I could see nothing but the streaks of darkness clouding my vision, making it misty and blurred.

"Don't say anything" I thought I was dreaming, that I was living inside one of my nightmares, which in the past had not let me close my eyes. But instead, no. He had muttered those words, spoken in my mind, staring intensely at me with his bloodshot red eyes, where I was unearthing bodies without any shadow of life and hearing the cries and screams of children begging to be rescued. I was living, suffering, feeling and sensing death through his gaze.