THE WATCHERS

They were now in the month of Marynth’s delivery and the cold hadn’t ceased so Jorgan made a hard decision. He knew that if they both stayed on the land, they would die but they had a chance to live if they returned to their village.

One day when the cold was less, he took Marynth and what little properties they had and set out for their village.

It was an arduous journey and Marynth was very much in pain. She was the quiet one of their union and the knowledge of her pains had not gotten to her husband yet.  Since they had no livestock, these two had to walk to their village and Marynth was growing weaker. It had taken them two moons to leave their village and settle on their land but now with the ice building mountains and covering whole trees, it had taken them eight moons.

When they got to their village all that Jorgan could do was to kick piles of snow and say the worse things. Little did he know that Marynth was shaking and it was no sooner than that that she let out a terrible cry.

She had had enough, she was fed up and she was dying. The sight of the abandoned village made her fall to the ground letting out the scream.

When Jorgan rushed to her side, he saw her pale body and blood.