Lord Solomon moved his index finger, turned his head sideways in an odd, strange way. He was sweating profusely, his face filled with fear and confusion.
"N– no! Don't take him from me!" He lifted his arm while having a nightmare.
In the middle of deep, peaceful forest, a group of women gathered around. They were wearing a long, disturbing black dress, their heads was covered with a hood.
They weren't just an ordinary women because of their long, sharp fingernails and hideous face. All of them was laughing so loud, glorifying their temporary triumph.
In the center of a wide field, there was a big bonfire that became a source of light in the middle of the cold night. Few steps away from the burning smoke, there was a young man who was tied up and unconscious.
Next to him was Lord Solomon who had finally awakened by the exasperating laughter that echoed around the forest.
