The towns people slowly gather along the fence of the once beautiful Pak's mansion. The ash and smoke rising thick into the cool winter night.
Apart from the crackling of wood, and the wind blowing through the rows of trees down the long pathway to the now ember filled front door.
A deadly silence fills the air.
It is then when the old witchdoctor slowly makes his way to the gate. Led by two large and vicious looking dogs. Their long sharp teeth glowing bright in the moonlight, their coats easily showing their health and firm muscled bodies.
Tombuthu, the blind witchdoctor, known for his ability of sight even after being left with merely scars of where his once sea blue eyes filled his well carved face. Now stood at the foot of the patio and listened to the fire as it roared and turned with each whip of the wind.
Behind him, the two hounds. Both without leash stood dead still, staring out into the distant movements of the woods. Waiting.
As if on key, Tombuthu turns and lets out a gentle sigh. Stretches his hand forward and in a dark husky voice he greets a man that most didn't notice enter the premisis.. "Evenin' young boy, a fine night to meet. A tragedy too deep. But good to find the sons of old are still home."
His deep silky voice fills the ears of Shaman and brings joy to his mostly worried face.
"Evening old Bone man, I should have known I'd find you this close to the fire. "
Slowly this large man dressed in leather pants, black skin tight vest and classic biker jacket takes his spot next to the Shaman, gently rubbing one of the dogs behind the ears as he speaks again. " Tell me Bone Man... what has happened to our home? Why... Why did it turn out to this ?"
Right then a large piece of the entrance hall broke under the pressure and collapsed, sending embers and pieces of wood flying right passed them. The Shaman hung his head and raised a necklace with a ring glistening from the dancing flames now inches away from them. "Oh boy Taylor... The start to this you know too well. But for the end, only the family could foresee. Now Young soul, only you can fix the torment of the family."
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Desolation Of Aurea
FantasyFollowing the downfall of the kingdoms the brothers are the only hope for a quiet future. Are they willing to fight for what they believe in and follow the path of the Old Witchdoctor ? Or will they fall to the will of their family?
