Death

Akita did not let go off Leonadir's hand.

As much as they tried to pull her away from his body. She would simply not move. Such was their love, it seemed so. For a moment the disappearance of their daughter loomed far away from their minds. The plight of Akita affected them deeply. She was only a child and to lose someone close to her heart was a loss she could not bear. Who was that? She cried in anger. We don't know, they replied. Was he a hunter ? She asked in anger. No, he was not a hunter, said Mithrir as he put his arms on her shoulder to try and comfort her. He was the devil himself, said Mithrir's wife. Mithrir had realised what he done and immediately took his hands away from her shoulders. Being close to a Hylin was not only frowned upon, it was never heard off. The Hylin were always the bosses of the dwarves and nothing else, far away from a friend. Maybe the devil and the god are the same, wondered Mithrir. Their ways was not known to man. Certainly not meant to be understood. And he looked at Akira. It was the devil that had shown that a Hylin could not be an enemy of our people, the dwarves forever!

She stood up and took the gun in her hands. Now we do not fight among ourselves, we have a common enemy to kill, she said. Our enemy is invisible, said Mithrir. So are we, she said to him. Our enemy cannot die, he said to her again. So cannot our spirit, she replied. Our enemy is not real, said Mithrir. She grabbed Leonadir's hands again. " He is very much real" she said as she tried to control her tears. There was a knock on the door. It was Ayrovan. He entered the house and was shocked to see A hylin there, and even more shocked to see that his friend was dead. What happened? asked Mithir to Ayrovan. The wind blows hard at the town center. There is a storm coming, I suppose, he said to the rich dwarf. He looked at Leonadir and he shook as he spoke. The people are scared, the dwarves, the hunters and even the Hylins with fear as he looked at her. "Then i suggest you to pick up a gun" she said to him. Against what? he asked with purpose. Against the storm? he asked her. Yes, against the storm she replied with a storm brewing inside her eyes. Mithrir's wife looked outside the window. " It has not rained in decades" she said to the crowd. "Her eyes became somber" And the last time, it rained for weeks straight, she said. She came closer and held the hands of the Hylin. " Please save my daughter" she pleaded. I will, she promised!