Bab 124: Sounds in the Night

The small village was dark and silent. The buildings, numbering no more than twenty, were crude and unfinished, built from lumber harvested from the twisted swamp trees. Perched on knotted stilts, the structures stood above the muddy ground, their roofs woven from reeds and windows mere gaps in the slanted walls, covered by drapes of tangled strings.

"Hello?" Soltair called, standing tall amidst the marsh.

"Shhh!" Trithe shot him a scathing look, but could only cringe as his voice echoed hollowly through the village.

We waited a few seconds, but the silence that followed was as deep as the oncoming night itself. A faint breeze drifted over the surface of the water, filling the air with the rasp of trembling cattails and caressing my skin with icy fingers. Something in the wind resonated with my soul, sending my mana into a chaotic fit. The sensation sent a shiver through my body, and I hugged my arms tightly about my chest.