Dancing in the Fog
11 hrs. 45 min.
“…Fog. It spread across the ground like a carpet, covering the young but grey, bedraggled grass. Summer hadn’t even properly come into its own yet, and already this place had been dried out by darkness.
Having climbed out of a freshly dug pit, a tall man carefully looked around. Hearing a noise, he couldn’t figure out where it came from. Dead eyes searched through the whitish veil. There—through curtains of fog—an avenging squad was making its way. Their masters led new victims. As if the previous ones weren’t enough. Another pit had already been dug—this one for a grave. Not every person killed by his hand rose. The fog went around people who were magically empty.
Hesitating, the corpse sat down and stared stupidly at his own palm. There was a fresh scratch on it, but it didn’t bleed. He’d even tried to avoid injuries like that—because they almost never healed.
“Northman,”—he heard his nickname, and the man lifted his head…”
Having climbed out of a freshly dug pit, a tall man carefully looked around. Hearing a noise, he couldn’t figure out where it came from. Dead eyes searched through the whitish veil. There—through curtains of fog—an avenging squad was making its way. Their masters led new victims. As if the previous ones weren’t enough. Another pit had already been dug—this one for a grave. Not every person killed by his hand rose. The fog went around people who were magically empty.
Hesitating, the corpse sat down and stared stupidly at his own palm. There was a fresh scratch on it, but it didn’t bleed. He’d even tried to avoid injuries like that—because they almost never healed.
“Northman,”—he heard his nickname, and the man lifted his head…”
