Chapter • 42

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

That place was exactly how Asra spoke. Pain, bones and ashes. In all my existence I did not think I would see something so depressing again.

"What really happened here?"

She sighed.

"They didn’t have enough young people for the tribute" murmured "so they killed all the old people they found and took all the women from the place, well... almost all of them."

She pointed to three children who hugged each other to deal with the cold and I couldn’t help but think of Loren.

What would I do if it was my son there? I would hunt and kill whoever dared touch Loren, but who would do that for those children?

I sighed.

I already knew the answer, nobody.

"Azrael said everything would be fine..." I muttered "doesn’t look well."

Asra laughed.

"Compare to the first time I came ? It looks a lot like paradise now."

My eyes widened wide.

"How?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Everyone was hungry, dressed in rags and completely ragged."

It was hard to believe, but I didn’t