Marcus took a look behind him and stopped on his tracks. His position was now more to stay on guard and wait until Torquil had aquired his weapons. To his surprise the warrior, or the sickly man, had also started moving. He was trying out a pulse on the coprse next to him. At least Marcus assumed it was a corpse, the skin was pale as milk. Further back Torquil had glanced at the carnage that the “Echo” had done. Marcus also looked at the sight now, first time properly since the fight ended.
He was reminded of the blood moon few years ago. When he and his sister had been running in sewers, hiding from the beasts. His parents had fell victim to them, his sister to a hunter who was supposed to slay such victims. Marcus thought to himself if he could do such a slaughter to innocent victims. When he was under the influence of the darkness, the hunter or what it was, there was no proper thought to his actions. Only the slaughter, fight to be won. Would it be impossible that he himself couldn’t control himself? Thought made him shudder. He quickly glanced back at the door.
Suddenly something appeared in front of him. The small, ghastly white men. The sight of them made Marcus take a quick step back and rise his sword, but then he remembered how a while back they had been of no harm. Not now, either. They were alien to him, but they acted as if they wanted to tell him something, the six of them. Beaconed him to come over. Marcus remembered how earlier they had tried to hold the door as there were beasts and others behind it. They were now asking him to come through.
Marcus had the weirdest feeling that he could trust these creatures. Behind him he heard cursing which made him turn again. Marcus noticed that he too had became aquinted to the otherworldly creatures.
“Ignore the little men. They are of no harm, at least haven’t been so far.” He yelled. A quick glance to the warrior showed that he too was being surrounded by them. Marcus turned to see the door and took steps over the small white men to see what was over there.
The sight outside the door made stop. The room was silent, yet he could hear the screams of the people outside. A hunter had fell on the floor, with a mighty blade next to him. Several men – farmers, huntsmen with rifles – were around him, confused and horrified. At the end there was a… Marcus wanted to say man in two parts, but it looked like a corpse that had been moving until now as it was split in the middle. He noticed the bell on the floor as well as the cane. He made a guess that the bell was the cause of their problems some time ago.
And then he saw the
woman. An innocent thing, almost as pale as a corpse and hair blonde underneath the black shawl. White garbs indicated she was a member of the church. The sight reminded Marcus about his sister, like she was reborn in front of him. Thought made him pause for a moment. Then he drew his attention back to the group. Took a tighter grip from his sword and made a stern look at them. He couldn't just trust that these men had lost their will to fight.
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