Mabena couldn't feel her knees, the sky thundered as the tales said before. If a predictor died, the sky would cry.
It was exactly the same as what she saw after touching her. This land was cursed again after five hundred years.
She gazed back and saw a dark shadow amid the steam and rain where the thickness of trees grew more. It was hazy yet her sharp eyes could discover it.
"Him, she called him Savul!" She murmured and Leharin followed where she was gazing at.
But the shadow was gone, she saw his sharp purple eyes and his sneer. They came to kill her master.
They heard wings and horses, their noises mixed with the sky's roars. The horses were hitting the ground roughly and galloping to them. As the winged guards landed and those riders arrived, the gypsies bared blades and guns, avoiding them to get closer. It was their mistake that these folk lost the precious Lady.
