Chapter VII

Red…Violent…Beautiful.

A breeze, an element which made the most unruly and violent wolves break their teeth in chatter, swung up above the red flame, giving it more power, making it livelier and richening its bloody branches with hellish fiery fruits.

The eyes were fixed on the movement of the soul, life and elements that made the king. He was their only and only source of attention as if their eyes were feeding on his presence. The presence made him important, the source to look upon and to stand tall among all the eyes.

“Mortai...”

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”Mortai.......”

This word was being whispered among them. The power their tongues were expressing was not hollow; presenting some unnatural words to be in contact with their nature, their source and their only bond to the real world to be present, to be alive and to feed on being alive, for presence and express comes out of the thinnest bond between reality and wise.

One step closer, the second followed. He was still intact. Sitting and looking straight into the reflection of the fire in the eyes of the stars.

They were only one step away now. He stood up; looked all into the eye and moved. He went through them all.

The ribbon in their hairs started to move, little by little towards the other hand to join the other old braid. It was crawling like an old little snake; crossed the body and turned the belly in a full scale. The braid on the right hand was open and their hair was now like that of fairies, beautiful and magical, reaching straight to their hips.

The ribbon reached their left hand. Started to crawl upon the rhythm of the veins and braids. The three branches of the braid made way for the magical ribbon to go through them, be a part of them and to live with them. It led the way for the body to move.

As it was getting locked between branches; the color was changing from white to violet. This hue was showing itself more on each crawl until the last lock made it a full-scale violet.

The Amethyst stones in his pockets vibrated.