Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

What makes us cursed

Who was he? – The Hunter was anxious, he knew he had failed, but he didn't know why, even though he also knew that the reason was walking in that forest.

Dìoghaltas – Urras, Misneachd and the Hunter were watching through the eyes of an Aimhreit hidden in the dark leaves at the top of one of the trees – The man who defeated three of us single-handedly, only when I arrived were we able to pressure him into retreat.

The Great Warrior of the North...

Is that how he became known among you?

Yes, the man who did not retreat during the last night of the Final Defense, together with a few faithful men, almost defeated the leaders of the white army and brought victory to humanity.

That man... is driven by something that shouldn't exist in the world my mother created.

Revenge – Says The Hunter.

How? – Urras asks.

His family was killed during the attack, his desire to die in battle to end his pain was only greater than his desire for revenge on you, the hatred that exists within him prevents him from retreating, he hates everything about the aimhreit , and any living being that has a connection to this and crosses his path will be signing their own grave.

The ahmreit watched the event that had occurred in that forest. Only three cars emerged from the mess of blood and guts that was strewn across the old road, with Dìoghaltas , Imcheist , Ghaoil , and Neo-Chiontas in one of them.

They are coming – Misneachd was brave, but calculating, he knew the danger that Dìoghaltas represented.

But outnumbered, they won't survive another attack. Ìsleachadh , are you ready to prove your worth?

So be it – The Hunter enters his tank – This time, I'll do it myself.

The sun burned the tank, giving it a divine strength that no Aimhreit could have.

The time of hunting was approaching.

Inside the strongest and most durable van, Neo-Chiontas and Imcheist were driving the van. Frightened to be next to him, Neo kept a knife hidden under her thigh, and her horror of past events was hidden beneath a sleepy and traumatized face.

Covered by an iron door that separated the driver and co-pilot's view from the van's luggage compartment, Ghaoil was leaning over a table in the center, looking at where Neo was, worried and shaken by what the poor girl saw and was feeling. Dìoghaltas was gripping her waist, while she writhed and sweated, looking at the ceiling.

We agreed that you wouldn't end up inside – She gets up again

I couldn't hold it in – He says, as he ties his pants.

So he's not a man of his word.

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I am a man of my word, I will protect you both, you will receive more privileges than even me, and I will leave you wherever you want whenever you want - The smell of his sweat on Ghaoil , and her trembling legs deprived her of thinking of anything else but crying for making such a pact with the devil. But she remembered why, Neo .

Anything for Neo would be worth it.

I hope I don't get pregnant – She sits down.

I wouldn't mind having a child with a warrior like you.

I don't want to bring a child into this world.

Why not? Someone needs to be here to fix this world, and I've always looked for a worthy partner to give me a strong heir.

Fix it? There is nothing in this world worth fixing anymore, only protecting.

Protect for what? If there is nothing left for them, why dedicate your life to protecting them?

If there's nothing left, why do you want an heir? Why did you build all this? Wouldn't it be easier to stick a knife in your throat?

This is survival, not hope – Dìoghaltas picks up his huge hammer, covered in blood and dirt. He begins to clean it – And when I finish what I came here to do, I will be ready to die.

What could that be? Wasn't it Graìn ?

Graìn was just one of them. I'm going after the Sgúrr .

What are the Sgúrr ?

Traitors of the human race, who made a pact with these demons that destroyed us and consider them gods.

Fanatics then.

Lunatics. And traitors too.

In the end

...

They are like we once were

Amidst the dried blood that fertilized the grass of the Forest of Íonnsachadh , a figure walks over the bodies and scraps, looking for someone.

Graìn ... This will be your last chance... Is there someone...

THAT NEEDS TO DIE!

She wakes up, her face just scratches and small scars. Her head in one piece. Her wounds healed.

Again...

The figure hovered in front of Gràìn . Long arms, pointy legs, body darkened by shadow and disfigured by the light coming out from beneath the trees.

You... Crioch .

You have failed me again Gràìn . Ísleachadh has found Urras, Dìoghaltas lives, victory is now uncertain for the Sgúrr .

What?... and what do I have to do with it? I left the Sgúrr .

But you will obey us until we can assure ourselves, we have been with you since your departure Gràìn . Hunting your own fortune, driven by hatred and greed, your destiny was to continue to be torn apart as you always were by everyone who crossed your path.

No... I'm not a puppet! Dìoghaltas will kill you! Stop wasting time thinking that someone can stop him!

You can Gràìn , and you will, it is your last chance, our god Fèin-Ghràdh has decided

Who is it-

Gràin ! Thank god! – Behind the rubble of the infirmary bus, Malice runs towards Gràìn , her eyes full of fear, but smiling at the sight of her.

Malice !

Don't waste time – says Crìoch – go after Dìoghaltas , before he reaches us.

The floating shadow disappears as it camouflages itself among the dark trunks of the forest. Malice watches the visitor disappear before her eyes – Gràìn , what was that?

Someone who got what he wanted, to be a scourge of the Aimhreits .

Did he know you, was he a Sgúrr ?

Their leader seems to have managed to achieve the clan's salvation after so many sacrifices.

Graìn , your clothes...

They were soaked in her blood, but there were no wounds. Torn after her death, but she was standing. “Better change them.” She undresses and begins to search the bodies. “Find something I can use.”

All right – Malice walks around, looking at the wreckage of metal and flesh scattered about. The unbearable smell of rot and rust hung in the air, but the smell of gunpowder that approached as she got closer to a familiar figure began to stink more- ... Creideamh .

He was not buried as Dìoghaltas requested, just thrown into a hole and left to rot.

Malice felt nothing towards Creideamh , she even smiled at seeing him dead – It seems that Ghaoil is mine now, Creid – She soon noticed his clothes, a jacket that covered the iron plates inside, and jeans that were not so torn – Graìn ! Here!

Found clothes that I can – Soon see Creideamh – He was not... buried... Imcheist .

His clothes fit you, take them.

She was dressed again. She and Malice now looked for a vehicle that wasn't destroyed. They found one of the Sins , it didn't seem to have suffered much damage.

Open the hood, I'm going to start the engine, see if there's any problem.

Sure.

Malice opens the hood as Gràìn starts the car and steps on the accelerator, the loud roar of the car indicating that it would travel for miles yet.

Everything seems right – Malice closes the hood – But where do we-

Gràìn accelerates. Malice is pinned against the hood, the impact blowing her nose off the hard metal it was made of.

One last look, Malice only saw Gràìn , who didn't take his eyes off the road, as if he didn't notice her there. His body falls and is crushed by the heavy wheels, spreading his last seconds like a trail of blood across the road.

Sorry, Malice ...