Straw hat - Summery 2

Like a waterfall, it comes down, with fury, with strenght, with madness. slowly piercing though the flesh and comes out, as if it was piercing paper.  Everything happens in a few moments. Hands work like a machine, brain pulls on intution. The only thing that it needs is an unfamilier dress, a unfamailier scream. And thus deep it goes. none keeps a count. only remembers when somebody dies wiht your blade inside him and hands holding the blade. It is then alone that you swear. But today, Marec was different, his boyonett went in, came out, went in as if he was working in a slaughter house. And he was swearting, swearing hard. It wasn't his first battle ast Hallock hills. He had been here before.
'There is a memory eating away at his dog brain", mocked Rudar. He wasn't wrong, Marec's eyes were swollen red. Rudor pointed at the sky, "red as today's sky".

The winds had for the second day stolen frost from the night and it was raining sun over them all.


"The sky is as red as fresh blood", murmered little Victaar.
While a women was crying loud, her cries were scaring the wolfs hunting outside. Yet if felt quiet inside, a man as white as snow was trying to hold on to his breath.
'He is here' laughed a stoney voice; she cried, 'He is here'. The old man felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"winds take and winds bring
what was his,
will belong to her
what belongeed to her
shall belong to me"


The sun was stilll not ready to calm down, it was dripping red.
"Marec!" screamed a voice somewhere among the hills.