Ursula

[Oggy]

"There, there it is, look!", said the older librarian and pointed the paragraph.
"... and awaken from the sleep she'll rise again. Old and tired, ugly and angry, full of hate and lust for revenge. Her hunt begins at once, before the time catches her. The only enemy. And she'll show no mercy, because there is none in her empty heart.", read the old man.
"But she was killed! They burned her body! It's centuries ago!", cried out the young man excitedly.
"No! They did not kill her! Look ...", the old man started to search the pages again, "... here!"
Both of the man started to read with fervert ardour. Suddenly the young man almost stopped to breathe, "She only ... they ..."
"Yes.", noded the librarian and added, "They only burned the body, they even helped her to leave it!"
"It is not possible ... how ... why ...", started the young man stutter.
"She IS back, you SAW the sign!", said the librarian firmly.
The young man noded resigned, "So she'll come for me."
"Yes, for US, my son.", added the old man dejectedly, "We ... we must warn them!"

[Oggy]

Tired man stared at his little boy. The rising sun shone directly at him and with his deep blue eyes and gold curles he looked like an angel, "Like his mother", Mark thought.
"Dad?", said the boy curiously.
"Yes, my boy?", smiled Mark at him with love.
"Who's that aunt?", pointed Cavin some bent stature far by the road.
Mark slowly turned round. His face, now pale as the sheet of the book he read, looked more surprised than scared. He knew, she'll come. They had warned him. "But so soon?", flashed the thought in his mind.
"Dad?", touched the boy his father's hand gently.
"Go ... go inside Cavin! Go NOW!", grasped Mark his sword. Yes, they had warned him not to fight her. Yes, they had told him to run and hide before she comes. To hide! There is NOT such a place. He felt it. That's why he stayed. Waited. Prayed. This is his house, his land. He will not back down! Not him and not his son! Gods will help him! "They MUST!", he believed.

It is said that one day is like a whole year in the life of butterfly and that one second is like an endless century in the hands of those who lost their hearts. It took four long hours before Cavin, the only son of Mark the Farrier, gasped his last. When his body was found, it was hanged, stabbed and burned.