Apprentice of the Non-corrupted
Chapter 1- He arrived in the sack belonging to a necromancer.
It was a cold and dark night in the country of Dallarin. Well it is no surprise, the nights in Dallarin are always cold,dark and most importantly, very long and it is the time where people should stay tucked inside their homes or having the risk of being torn to pieces by a hungry werewolf or grudgeful Shadows on the roads if they go out on nighttime. Despite this danger was a lantern-light visible between the thick tree-branches. It must either belong to a person or be a little wisp looking to lead poor travelers onto the wrong road and probably into a deep swamp to drown.But this seemed not to be the case because a tall figure that obviously seemed human was now visible in the lantern-light. A man with aexpression seroious as the grave in his face,clad in a black cloak and carrying a large rugged sack with him, he quickly moved effortlessly through the thick misty forest being accompanied by a..skeleton? Yes it was a skeleton quickly running after its master also holding a sack in its boney hands. So it must be pretty obvious that this black cloaked man is a necromancer. Magicians who experiment and fiddle with the dead. One of the magic classes that is considered to be one of the darkest and most twisted of them all. A profession that actually is not that rare in this dark country of Dallarin. But where is he heading in the middle of the night like this?
His pace was quick and his steps were firm as he made his way through the woods. He seemed to be in a hurry to get to his destination because he walked so quickly that his assistant skeleton had to scurry after him so fast that it's bone legs could carry it just to keep up with him. But they did not go far before the necromancer finally stopped at a wreck of something that looked like the remains of a turned over carriage. It was barely visible in the light of the lantern but it was a massive pool of blood all around the carriage and there were traces that a fight have occured here. The man looked around a little around the carriage immediatly finding remains of a mans body right in front of him, just a leg and some bones the rest were just shreds of flesh lying around. The necromancer crouched down and picked up the arm inspecting it. "They must have been attacked by either hell-hounds or a were-wolf judging by the remains of the massacred body, they must have taken most of the body as food with them. There is not so much material to work with here" he said with his deep voice to his skeleton. That obviously couldn't answer but it nodded it's head so much that it made rustling noises. The man threw the arm into the sack, there was no point taking the flesh with him it would just take up space in the sack. He looked around the carriage after traces for more corpses,wondering what kind of foolish people that traveled through Dallarin at nighttime. That automatically makes them perfect prey for the monsters in the area. Soon he found another corpse a little bit further away from the carriage, that person must have tried to run away but clearly failed to do so as it's body was completly tattered by claw marks and disturbingly enough have the head been bitten of aswell. Nothing good to keep either.Now when the necromancer looked properly could he see that the carriage was loaded with different kinds of goods as fabrics and salted food.
The victims must have been merchants from Hadlun if you solely judged the corpses by their clothing, it was a coastal country to the west of Dallarin, they were probably taking a shortcut through Dallarins forest before they would get to the country of Arend instead of taking the whole way around the mountain range. But they did not seem to know about the great risks that followed and it was to late to do anything about it now. The necromancer sighed, there would be less death if people just used a little common sense. These people will now never reach their destination..
He now looked through the remains of the carriage and immediatly found the corpse of a woman, the legs have been torn off but the rest was intact. To bad he did not really need womens bodyparts for the moment. It looked like the body was shielding something and he gently lifted it of to see what it was. It was the bodies of two children. They were covered in blood but both of the bodies seemed intact. It was most likely that the woman must been their mother and she must have shielded the children against the monsters until she took her last breath, to bad that her sacrifice was in vain. "Such a rare sight to find intact bodies of children these days.." the man mumbled and called after his skeleton that have picked up some bones from the two previous victims they found outside the carriage. The necromancer pointed on the children and the skeleton quickly shoved the bodies into the sack that the man swung up on his back and ordered the skeleton to take some of the fabric, would be a waste to just leave it laying around in the mud like this. "Let's go back" he said to it and they quickly descended into the darkness of the night as quickly as they came.
The door creaked slightly as the necromancer closed it behind him, finally home. It was an old abandoned tomb with sturdy stone walls, a large wooden table with several tools on it and a fur mat on the cold stone floor. A delicious smell came further in from the tomb and the necromancer sighed taking of his hood revealing raven black hair that fell into his eyes that he quickly brushed off and said with his deep bass voice. "Lottie you didn't need to make dinner its after midnight" and a woman peaked in from the kitchen when he said that. Almost looking disapointed at him. Her skin was grey as the ashes in the fireplace they had and she had a large stitch right over her heart.Looking closely was it clear that this woman was not alive. Even though she looked very alive when she gave her master a scolding look. "I eat later" he promised her and she seemed to accept his answer and then curiously tugged the sack a little that was placed over his back. He felt a slight rustle in it. Was it a rat that have gotten inside again? "Look here" he said to the female corpse, his facial expression was blank but he had a tone of pride in his voice as he shook out the sacks belongings on the stone floor. But he immediatly froze looking at the belongings now realising where the rustle came from, he then shoved the rustles origin back into the sack and opened the door to get outside, he turned to the corpse who gave him a questioning look. "Going to the neighbor, I'll be back soon" he answered her before he left,slamming the door shut after him.
It was with a quick pace the necromancer made his way on the short road heading for a massive looking black tree located in the glade just a short walk from his tomb ,and soon stopped when he reached his destination. A large cabin built into the black tree's trunk. The windows was still lit despite it being so late. Well that woman is never asleep anyway.., he hurriedly knocked on the door repeatedly until it opened up and a beatiful red-haired woman in her mid-twenties clad in a simple black and red robe stood in the door hole. She gave the necromancer a smirk seeing him. "Oh hello there Tina, what business do you have with me in the middle of the night?" she asked with a smooth sounding voice that had a teasing tone but it seemed curious to. The necromancer gritted when she mentioned that name. Oh how he hated being called Tina. Well he did not answer her question though, he just threw the sack into her arms that immediatly rustled again from the impact. "What is this..?" the woman asked before peeking inside of the sack right when the necromancer walked away from her, right after she realised the sack's belongings did she scream. "Tinaron Molar what in the world is the meaning of throwing a child into my arms!?".
The necromancer called Tinaron stopped and turned around looking at her from a distance. "Vena you know I don't deal with the living" he said before he disappeared into the woods already being on the way back to his tomb. Leaving the woman there holding the sack. She silently stood there for a minute or two before she finally went back inside to her cabin.
The woman named Vena closed the door after her and threw the sack on the wooden floor in the center of the room. "Come out" she said sternly to it, the sack rustled again before a child, a little boy, crawled out of it looking confused, dizzy and scared. Shivering out of fear when he looked at the red-hairedwoman in front of him who just stared at the boy. "Seems like Tina forgot to double-check the sack this time" she muttered sitting down on a wooden chair inspecting the child. He could not be older than 8 years and had hair as blonde as straws and had big emerald green eyes that for the moment was wide out of fear when he looked around the cabin. The cabin they were in looked pretty warm and comfortable though. The cabin itself was mostly a part of the tree, there was a fireplace in the end of the room that gave a comforting warmth and there was a large rug on the wooden floor, there was also stairs heading up to a upper floor aswell. But the thing that drew the most attention of the child was a big black cauldron in the middle of the room with a smelly red substance in it. He seemed to busy looking into it not noticing how Vena poked him in the back with a cup. "Here kid,drink. You probably need it" she said sternly. The boy looked suspiciously at her before he gulped down the liquid in the cup. It was warm and it smelled like herbs and it gave him a comforting feeling. "You like it? Its my homemade herbal tea" she said with a little smile trying to show she did not want to do him any harm. He just looked at her before walking away sitting on one of the chairs watching her. He seemed calm now, maybe because the tea had that effect on people, it is good for people in shock. She did not know what happened but if the kid came here through one of Tina's corpse sack's could it not be a good sign, it mostly involved death if it had to do with Tina's sacks. Vena sat down on the chair in front of him.
"Do you want to tell me your name?" she asked with a gentle voice. The boy sipped on the tea before he answered her with a very quiet voice. "Ferian..." and Vena took his empty cup and refilled it again. "Okay then Ferian can you tell me why were you in my neigbhors sack? what happened?" she asked the little boy who's eyes widened in fear that not even her herbs seemed to calm down. " I...I don't know..there was howling and the carriage fell over..mom screamed,dad screamed..mom lied over me and my brother, she told us not to move an inch...we waited and waited..and there was a man in black that threw me and my brother into the sack.." he said quietly. Vena just nodded to his explanation. Since Tina seemed to have no clue what to do with the child did he dump it on Vena, so the parents must be dead since he couldn't leave him with them. And it seemed like Ferian have realised this aswell as he quickly blinked off some tears out of his eyes that Vena realised were green as sparkling emeralds.
"So..they are dead....but what about my brother that also got into the sack? is he okay?" he asked Vena who shook her head slowly with a sad look. "Probably not, if so then Tina would have thrown two children onto me, he just left you here. Well he is a necromancer. They deal with the dead as their job, but I doubt he will do anything bad with your brothers body, he maybe gives it to you if you ask nicely." she said in horrible attempt to cheer him up. Ferian cried quietly on the chair still holding the cup as firmly as he could with his small hands. Vena put a comforting hand on the little boys shoulder. "don't cry sweetie, I know some people in the village nearby that owe me a favor I can arrange that they take you into their family if you want...hey where are you going!?" she shouted because Ferian was heading straight towards the door struggling to opening it. " I am going back to the carriage!" he cried. "No you don't! you arrived in a sack you don't know where it is, it is nighttime, every monster is awake by now and probably wants you as an early breakfast, you gain nothing by going out to your death!" she shouted but little Ferian ignored her warnings and opened the door and was just about to walk outside when Vena screamed something at a foregin language stretching out her hand like she was directing him. "Stay!" she said sternly. Ferian felt how his whole body stopped. he couldn't move a muscle, and a omnious aura pressured his head, he felt it tug in his legs so he couldn't even move them. He couldn't even talk, the dark aura had him in it's clutches. He felt a bit sick, like his blood was boiling. Vena stood there in the middle of the room still with that stern expression of hers. "Come back inside" she commanded and Ferian walked inside, not that he wanted but his legs did not obey him. Vena closed the door after him and locked it before she muttered something that sounded like gibberish and Ferian felt how he could move his legs again. And there came the tears again when he cried for a second time, what should he do? his family was dead and he did not know what he should do now. And that pressure was so scary and it felt horrible and his head was hurting by now. That was then he felt Vena's arms embrace him. "I'm so sorry Ferian, I did not mean to use blood magic on you, don't worry it won't hurt so much after a while" she said with a soft voice gently hugging him. "Blood magic?" Ferian sniffed turning his little head to Vena. "Um yes..blood magic makes us able to make people do what we want by controlling their bodies or their mind, why do you think I live out here in a forest crawling of monsters? My blood magic fends them off" Vena explained as simply as she could to the child. Blood magic, is one of the most feared dark arts of them all, the ability to mess with a persons mind, to have absolute control, to make any free man a living puppet. It is a magic that is almost impossible to trace. It draws it's power from living beings blood instead of the magic in the air around them. It is considered unnatural, it is a magic feared and scorned by many, magician or human alike, and Vena is quite a skilled practicioner of this forbidden magic, this is why she lives by herself only being neighbors with a grumpy necromancer who is in the same boat as her. If she lived in a country like Arend or Haldrun then she would already have been executed but blood magicians are mostly left alone in Dallarin. feared, but free. She now expected the child to push himself out of her arms looking frightened, or to start screaming when he heard of this form of magic that even can make a grown man shiver out of fear.
But he just stood still, hugging her back even though he was still crying. "Thanks for stopping me miss.." he whispered. "Vena", the blood mage answered softly, smiling at the child. They just stood there for a while, being all quiet, while the flames in the fireplace continued to burn in a bright and warm colour. She continued to comfort the crying child in the light of the fireplace. But his heavy feelings was a bit lighter now and the nausea caused by her blood magic was liftened aswell while they waited out the night. It wasn't until the sun slightly shone in through the little window when Ferian finally spoke again with a squeaky whisper. "Miss Vena..if it is okay..can I stay here instead of going to the village?" He asked, with big eyes, red and puffy from crying all night, but it was understandable. It was a rough night for him, it was amazing that he calmed down so much that he did. Thanks to Vena's comfort and a big thanks to her calming herbal tea. The red haired blood magician looked a bit doubtful though when she heard the boys request. Her life did not really have room for looking after a child. But..Ferians family was all gone, he was alone now. And she couldn't help but feel affection to the child that got dumped into her arms in a necromancers sack. She have never had a child to call her own before..the idea was tempting..but what if he got sick because of her blood magic? What if he wanted to learn it himself? that would ruin his life! That often occured with children being exposed for to much dark element for a long time. But her heart melted when his little hand grabbed her sleeve with big hopeful eyes, she threw him a gentle smile and finally said. "Let's go visit Tina and see if still have your brothers body" and so they left her cabin on the way to their neighbor residing in the tomb just a small walk away from the cabin. Dallarin did not seem as dark now when the morning sun shone through the mist enveloping the forest and the most of the monsters had gone to sleep in their caverns and Vena couldn't help but feel enlightened walking in the chilly air, with little Ferian climbing onto her arm all the way to the tomb. It was mornings like this that almost makes her forget how dark and dreary this country is to begin with. But she have already made up her mind by now. she would keep Ferian with her. No matter what Dallarin threw back into her face.
It was a cold and dark night in the country of Dallarin. Well it is no surprise, the nights in Dallarin are always cold,dark and most importantly, very long and it is the time where people should stay tucked inside their homes or having the risk of being torn to pieces by a hungry werewolf or grudgeful Shadows on the roads if they go out on nighttime. Despite this danger was a lantern-light visible between the thick tree-branches. It must either belong to a person or be a little wisp looking to lead poor travelers onto the wrong road and probably into a deep swamp to drown.But this seemed not to be the case because a tall figure that obviously seemed human was now visible in the lantern-light. A man with aexpression seroious as the grave in his face,clad in a black cloak and carrying a large rugged sack with him, he quickly moved effortlessly through the thick misty forest being accompanied by a..skeleton? Yes it was a skeleton quickly running after its master also holding a sack in its boney hands. So it must be pretty obvious that this black cloaked man is a necromancer. Magicians who experiment and fiddle with the dead. One of the magic classes that is considered to be one of the darkest and most twisted of them all. A profession that actually is not that rare in this dark country of Dallarin. But where is he heading in the middle of the night like this?
His pace was quick and his steps were firm as he made his way through the woods. He seemed to be in a hurry to get to his destination because he walked so quickly that his assistant skeleton had to scurry after him so fast that it's bone legs could carry it just to keep up with him. But they did not go far before the necromancer finally stopped at a wreck of something that looked like the remains of a turned over carriage. It was barely visible in the light of the lantern but it was a massive pool of blood all around the carriage and there were traces that a fight have occured here. The man looked around a little around the carriage immediatly finding remains of a mans body right in front of him, just a leg and some bones the rest were just shreds of flesh lying around. The necromancer crouched down and picked up the arm inspecting it. "They must have been attacked by either hell-hounds or a were-wolf judging by the remains of the massacred body, they must have taken most of the body as food with them. There is not so much material to work with here" he said with his deep voice to his skeleton. That obviously couldn't answer but it nodded it's head so much that it made rustling noises. The man threw the arm into the sack, there was no point taking the flesh with him it would just take up space in the sack. He looked around the carriage after traces for more corpses,wondering what kind of foolish people that traveled through Dallarin at nighttime. That automatically makes them perfect prey for the monsters in the area. Soon he found another corpse a little bit further away from the carriage, that person must have tried to run away but clearly failed to do so as it's body was completly tattered by claw marks and disturbingly enough have the head been bitten of aswell. Nothing good to keep either.Now when the necromancer looked properly could he see that the carriage was loaded with different kinds of goods as fabrics and salted food.
The victims must have been merchants from Hadlun if you solely judged the corpses by their clothing, it was a coastal country to the west of Dallarin, they were probably taking a shortcut through Dallarins forest before they would get to the country of Arend instead of taking the whole way around the mountain range. But they did not seem to know about the great risks that followed and it was to late to do anything about it now. The necromancer sighed, there would be less death if people just used a little common sense. These people will now never reach their destination..
He now looked through the remains of the carriage and immediatly found the corpse of a woman, the legs have been torn off but the rest was intact. To bad he did not really need womens bodyparts for the moment. It looked like the body was shielding something and he gently lifted it of to see what it was. It was the bodies of two children. They were covered in blood but both of the bodies seemed intact. It was most likely that the woman must been their mother and she must have shielded the children against the monsters until she took her last breath, to bad that her sacrifice was in vain. "Such a rare sight to find intact bodies of children these days.." the man mumbled and called after his skeleton that have picked up some bones from the two previous victims they found outside the carriage. The necromancer pointed on the children and the skeleton quickly shoved the bodies into the sack that the man swung up on his back and ordered the skeleton to take some of the fabric, would be a waste to just leave it laying around in the mud like this. "Let's go back" he said to it and they quickly descended into the darkness of the night as quickly as they came.
The door creaked slightly as the necromancer closed it behind him, finally home. It was an old abandoned tomb with sturdy stone walls, a large wooden table with several tools on it and a fur mat on the cold stone floor. A delicious smell came further in from the tomb and the necromancer sighed taking of his hood revealing raven black hair that fell into his eyes that he quickly brushed off and said with his deep bass voice. "Lottie you didn't need to make dinner its after midnight" and a woman peaked in from the kitchen when he said that. Almost looking disapointed at him. Her skin was grey as the ashes in the fireplace they had and she had a large stitch right over her heart.Looking closely was it clear that this woman was not alive. Even though she looked very alive when she gave her master a scolding look. "I eat later" he promised her and she seemed to accept his answer and then curiously tugged the sack a little that was placed over his back. He felt a slight rustle in it. Was it a rat that have gotten inside again? "Look here" he said to the female corpse, his facial expression was blank but he had a tone of pride in his voice as he shook out the sacks belongings on the stone floor. But he immediatly froze looking at the belongings now realising where the rustle came from, he then shoved the rustles origin back into the sack and opened the door to get outside, he turned to the corpse who gave him a questioning look. "Going to the neighbor, I'll be back soon" he answered her before he left,slamming the door shut after him.
It was with a quick pace the necromancer made his way on the short road heading for a massive looking black tree located in the glade just a short walk from his tomb ,and soon stopped when he reached his destination. A large cabin built into the black tree's trunk. The windows was still lit despite it being so late. Well that woman is never asleep anyway.., he hurriedly knocked on the door repeatedly until it opened up and a beatiful red-haired woman in her mid-twenties clad in a simple black and red robe stood in the door hole. She gave the necromancer a smirk seeing him. "Oh hello there Tina, what business do you have with me in the middle of the night?" she asked with a smooth sounding voice that had a teasing tone but it seemed curious to. The necromancer gritted when she mentioned that name. Oh how he hated being called Tina. Well he did not answer her question though, he just threw the sack into her arms that immediatly rustled again from the impact. "What is this..?" the woman asked before peeking inside of the sack right when the necromancer walked away from her, right after she realised the sack's belongings did she scream. "Tinaron Molar what in the world is the meaning of throwing a child into my arms!?".
The necromancer called Tinaron stopped and turned around looking at her from a distance. "Vena you know I don't deal with the living" he said before he disappeared into the woods already being on the way back to his tomb. Leaving the woman there holding the sack. She silently stood there for a minute or two before she finally went back inside to her cabin.
The woman named Vena closed the door after her and threw the sack on the wooden floor in the center of the room. "Come out" she said sternly to it, the sack rustled again before a child, a little boy, crawled out of it looking confused, dizzy and scared. Shivering out of fear when he looked at the red-hairedwoman in front of him who just stared at the boy. "Seems like Tina forgot to double-check the sack this time" she muttered sitting down on a wooden chair inspecting the child. He could not be older than 8 years and had hair as blonde as straws and had big emerald green eyes that for the moment was wide out of fear when he looked around the cabin. The cabin they were in looked pretty warm and comfortable though. The cabin itself was mostly a part of the tree, there was a fireplace in the end of the room that gave a comforting warmth and there was a large rug on the wooden floor, there was also stairs heading up to a upper floor aswell. But the thing that drew the most attention of the child was a big black cauldron in the middle of the room with a smelly red substance in it. He seemed to busy looking into it not noticing how Vena poked him in the back with a cup. "Here kid,drink. You probably need it" she said sternly. The boy looked suspiciously at her before he gulped down the liquid in the cup. It was warm and it smelled like herbs and it gave him a comforting feeling. "You like it? Its my homemade herbal tea" she said with a little smile trying to show she did not want to do him any harm. He just looked at her before walking away sitting on one of the chairs watching her. He seemed calm now, maybe because the tea had that effect on people, it is good for people in shock. She did not know what happened but if the kid came here through one of Tina's corpse sack's could it not be a good sign, it mostly involved death if it had to do with Tina's sacks. Vena sat down on the chair in front of him.
"Do you want to tell me your name?" she asked with a gentle voice. The boy sipped on the tea before he answered her with a very quiet voice. "Ferian..." and Vena took his empty cup and refilled it again. "Okay then Ferian can you tell me why were you in my neigbhors sack? what happened?" she asked the little boy who's eyes widened in fear that not even her herbs seemed to calm down. " I...I don't know..there was howling and the carriage fell over..mom screamed,dad screamed..mom lied over me and my brother, she told us not to move an inch...we waited and waited..and there was a man in black that threw me and my brother into the sack.." he said quietly. Vena just nodded to his explanation. Since Tina seemed to have no clue what to do with the child did he dump it on Vena, so the parents must be dead since he couldn't leave him with them. And it seemed like Ferian have realised this aswell as he quickly blinked off some tears out of his eyes that Vena realised were green as sparkling emeralds.
"So..they are dead....but what about my brother that also got into the sack? is he okay?" he asked Vena who shook her head slowly with a sad look. "Probably not, if so then Tina would have thrown two children onto me, he just left you here. Well he is a necromancer. They deal with the dead as their job, but I doubt he will do anything bad with your brothers body, he maybe gives it to you if you ask nicely." she said in horrible attempt to cheer him up. Ferian cried quietly on the chair still holding the cup as firmly as he could with his small hands. Vena put a comforting hand on the little boys shoulder. "don't cry sweetie, I know some people in the village nearby that owe me a favor I can arrange that they take you into their family if you want...hey where are you going!?" she shouted because Ferian was heading straight towards the door struggling to opening it. " I am going back to the carriage!" he cried. "No you don't! you arrived in a sack you don't know where it is, it is nighttime, every monster is awake by now and probably wants you as an early breakfast, you gain nothing by going out to your death!" she shouted but little Ferian ignored her warnings and opened the door and was just about to walk outside when Vena screamed something at a foregin language stretching out her hand like she was directing him. "Stay!" she said sternly. Ferian felt how his whole body stopped. he couldn't move a muscle, and a omnious aura pressured his head, he felt it tug in his legs so he couldn't even move them. He couldn't even talk, the dark aura had him in it's clutches. He felt a bit sick, like his blood was boiling. Vena stood there in the middle of the room still with that stern expression of hers. "Come back inside" she commanded and Ferian walked inside, not that he wanted but his legs did not obey him. Vena closed the door after him and locked it before she muttered something that sounded like gibberish and Ferian felt how he could move his legs again. And there came the tears again when he cried for a second time, what should he do? his family was dead and he did not know what he should do now. And that pressure was so scary and it felt horrible and his head was hurting by now. That was then he felt Vena's arms embrace him. "I'm so sorry Ferian, I did not mean to use blood magic on you, don't worry it won't hurt so much after a while" she said with a soft voice gently hugging him. "Blood magic?" Ferian sniffed turning his little head to Vena. "Um yes..blood magic makes us able to make people do what we want by controlling their bodies or their mind, why do you think I live out here in a forest crawling of monsters? My blood magic fends them off" Vena explained as simply as she could to the child. Blood magic, is one of the most feared dark arts of them all, the ability to mess with a persons mind, to have absolute control, to make any free man a living puppet. It is a magic that is almost impossible to trace. It draws it's power from living beings blood instead of the magic in the air around them. It is considered unnatural, it is a magic feared and scorned by many, magician or human alike, and Vena is quite a skilled practicioner of this forbidden magic, this is why she lives by herself only being neighbors with a grumpy necromancer who is in the same boat as her. If she lived in a country like Arend or Haldrun then she would already have been executed but blood magicians are mostly left alone in Dallarin. feared, but free. She now expected the child to push himself out of her arms looking frightened, or to start screaming when he heard of this form of magic that even can make a grown man shiver out of fear.
But he just stood still, hugging her back even though he was still crying. "Thanks for stopping me miss.." he whispered. "Vena", the blood mage answered softly, smiling at the child. They just stood there for a while, being all quiet, while the flames in the fireplace continued to burn in a bright and warm colour. She continued to comfort the crying child in the light of the fireplace. But his heavy feelings was a bit lighter now and the nausea caused by her blood magic was liftened aswell while they waited out the night. It wasn't until the sun slightly shone in through the little window when Ferian finally spoke again with a squeaky whisper. "Miss Vena..if it is okay..can I stay here instead of going to the village?" He asked, with big eyes, red and puffy from crying all night, but it was understandable. It was a rough night for him, it was amazing that he calmed down so much that he did. Thanks to Vena's comfort and a big thanks to her calming herbal tea. The red haired blood magician looked a bit doubtful though when she heard the boys request. Her life did not really have room for looking after a child. But..Ferians family was all gone, he was alone now. And she couldn't help but feel affection to the child that got dumped into her arms in a necromancers sack. She have never had a child to call her own before..the idea was tempting..but what if he got sick because of her blood magic? What if he wanted to learn it himself? that would ruin his life! That often occured with children being exposed for to much dark element for a long time. But her heart melted when his little hand grabbed her sleeve with big hopeful eyes, she threw him a gentle smile and finally said. "Let's go visit Tina and see if still have your brothers body" and so they left her cabin on the way to their neighbor residing in the tomb just a small walk away from the cabin. Dallarin did not seem as dark now when the morning sun shone through the mist enveloping the forest and the most of the monsters had gone to sleep in their caverns and Vena couldn't help but feel enlightened walking in the chilly air, with little Ferian climbing onto her arm all the way to the tomb. It was mornings like this that almost makes her forget how dark and dreary this country is to begin with. But she have already made up her mind by now. she would keep Ferian with her. No matter what Dallarin threw back into her face.