You were not the only one who survived the fire that day Arata, said the samurai monk. Ilkir was still confused. How did you know it was I, that day in the fire with you. She smiled. "Your eyes Arata" even though they look mean, they hide an innocence inside it. And you Arata, amidst all the tough exterior you have now, there is this little child that hides inside. There is nothing that hides inside! replied Ilkir, and my name is Ilkir, he said to her. She did not let go of her smile. I'm hungry she said, as she took the baby in her hands. Make her something to eat! said Ilvandir.
The food was prepared and then she sat down for the meal. Come join me! she said to Ilkir. I'm not hungry, replied Ilkir. Always the stubborn one! she said. Do not keep speaking like you know me,but i remember you, he said to her "You were always around the house" trying to steal things from the house when no one looked around, he said to her. And you never liked my mother, you were always jealous of her, he said to her. She dropped the plate, and kept the baby aside. Why does the baby not make a sound at all? asked Ilvandir. Because she carries around a doll! replied Ilkir. Good! she said and caught Ilkir between her staff and choked him. The dwarves thundered towards her with their axes. One more step! and he will die, she warned them. You had it all, did you not Arata. You and your family enjoying the riches of the world, while we were just managing to survive. Ilkir dis not speak a word. He was scared for his life. She looked at Bokrir and then Ilvandir. " This place will burn down just like his home" she said and squeezed his thorat even harder. That is enough! shouted Borkir. I will twist his neck like a bird! she grinned like an evil witch. Ilkir had a small knife on him, that was given to him by Ilvandir. When the time struck, he stabbed on her stomach. She yelled in pain! and sat down crying and withered. Ilkir kicked her head and ran towards Ilvandir. She looked up, grinning. " You are all going to burn" she said to them!