Many rhapsodies started to turn around in my mind, told by my Granny, I wonder they are just hearsay or truth but they are full of optimism and I needed that.
Suddenly my horse made a whiff while flying, it was a sort of sign. There was a blue Philomel lying on the land and I was kind'a hypnotized.
I landed on the valley, with my horse, around which just deep dark trenches were visible. I wanted to led her by my hand, I wanted to save that Nightingale but she flew away into ashes...
But, No, really the conditions were immutable...I was abruptly sucked into the dark trenches... My hairs were all open, I tried again to regain my magic spells but that severe pain inside tempted me to death...
I reached the same place from where I ran, my horse...was crimson, he died, that pain was unbearable for him.
Now it was only me who had to fight, I wanted to get up, but that fog surrounding me...that noise of silence was making me even more, more weaker.
I tried, I said a magic spell... that was the first time it worked since I was here. That fog disappeared and now it was clean...
But damn! What I was able to see was only the corpse of my horse whim vultures were coring so terrible, all around me was crania...
Imagine! for a teenage sorcerer it was...even its corona makes me frightened.
I screamed, "Who are you? What you want?Why are you doin' this to me?What wrong have I done? Suddenly, a light appeared which grew brighter, it seemed like a light hovering over the grave as an omen of death and my body stop responding, I was overthrown on a faggot lying beside. I wanted to save myself I used a strong spell," ALECKEZAM ETRIUS SINICIA"...and total silence again.
I thought it worked...