Bab 111: Price

LANCE

"The Gifted People are more than that Lancelot. Three thousand years ago, you realize what they've done. That's why you work with Efta. You want to put an end to their cruelty. This –" he both raised his hands in the air, palms pointing at the metal gate with twisted wires and dripping with blood.

"This is their cruelty. You were chosen, revived once again to free the souls entrap in this gates." His marsh lights eyes stared at me, cocking his head in the side, expecting me to say something. 

But I'm confused. 

"I lived three thousand years ago? Work with the deity who chose Seven?"  I'm shaking all over I don't think the cold from this place has to do with it. I stared right into the shadow's empty face. Searching for answers.

If I really did live three thousand years ago, then that dream about Efta will make sense. Maybe the person who died back then was me. And she was crying. Could it be Seven too?