by Pet TorreS
They take the child to the outside of the house and they walk to a lit bonfire. The village leader holds a steel stick and brings the lance’s tip into red - hot fire. After some time he pulls the lance and walks in the direction of the grizzled haired man, who is holding the child.
“Turn him around!” the leader orders him.
Then the man turns the child onto his belly and his delicate lung is exposed to the elements, because the child is rolled up in an old cloth.
And the entire village listens to the boy crying after the leader leans the hot lance against his left lung and marks him with the wolf symbol.
The mother of the boy hugs her husband as soon as she feels and listens to her son’s crying and she cannot do anything to save him.
At that moment, the boy is carried by the grizzled haired man, who is assigned a duty to eliminate the boy some distance from the village.
The man walks with the child to the edge of a river and his most important function is to throw that boy into the river’s dark water.
His death is inevitable.
But before he has the courage to do so, he holds the child as if it was his own son and a guilty feeling torments him. Then the gray haired sir gazes in front at a piece of wood and suddenly he has an idea.
“I’ll leave his life to destiny’s account,” he says gazing at the child that is fastened on to the piece of wood.
“If you survive this it is because destiny wishes you to remain in this world.”
After those words the man holds the wood with the child and places it carefully into the river’s water.
The river’s dark water continues to flow taking away the wood and also the child to an uncertain destiny.
“Your luck is cast, boy!” the man says still gazing at the boy that is moving ever more into the distance with the help of the river’s little waves.
Chapter 2
21 years later
“He is coming back! He is near!”
Amarilis exclaims while she runs from side to side keeping her hands on the house walls.
Her aunt holds her and she looks for refuge in her arms.
“He is coming back, aunt! I can feel it!”
“Feel what, my dear?” she questions and kisses the long black hair of her blind niece.
“He is coming back.”
“Amarilis is going crazy!” her cousin Norton says while he turns a water can into his mouth.
“Norton, believe me!” Amarilis insists, even though she cannot see her cousin.
“Only one who is crazy believes in a blind girl,” the dark haired youth says and leaves his house.
Lyra patiently walks her niece to a seat in the living room and she sits at her side. The girl, with her black hair and white eyes, fixes her gaze in a particular direction while her aunt caresses her long black hair again.
“Now, tell me, who is coming back?”
“THE BLACK WOLF.”
