It was damp in here. Why was it always so fucking damp in here? A pair of huge yellow eyes glanced at him with a look of contempt and distaste. Ooopss, he forgot that even in his thoughts seemed to echo in this circular chamber made of stone. There were rows of seats that encapsulated five men and one woman in the middle of the room. They all stood in a circle. The five men were ranged from middle-aged to old while the woman looked old, very old. "Skip the formality. Skip the protocol." she croaked with a high almost harpy like voice. The sound was almost like nails in his mind and the echo seemed to hammer them in. "We all know why we are here." she continued in a lower voice that made it bearable to listen to. "The mist..." she began but was sharply interrupted by one of the younger ones in the circle A man with dark hair an a thick dark beard. "But we know noth---" "SILENCE!" she shrieked so loudly that the man and the audience automatically turned their heads and shut their eyes as if would protect them from the sound. The man silenced. "Yes we don't know anything. Yes we haven't had contact with anyone that has gone inside but that's just why we are here... Serphius, would you mind standing up?"
The man we were first introduced to stood up, feeling more than a bit weird when all the eyes turned toward him. "I've brought him up since he was just a little babby." she croaked almost motherly. He produced a faint smile in return. "He will go inside, and come back." She made it sound so simple and Serphius wasn't the only one to pick that up. The man who had interrupted the woman (a clear mistake) once again spoke, flabbergasted. "But Mia! We have sent our men in there before! We KNOW at least what happens to the villages and cities that are close to the fog! People turn completely insane! Tearing their loved ones to pieces, becoming lumps of apathetic dirts or just killing themselves!"
A murmur rose from the audience; murmurs of agreement. A man with a huge stomach rose up a few rows from Serphius. "Yes! And I myself!" he spoke those words as that He and Himself meant and awful lot, "Have heard that beasts and monsters have been sighted near or close by the fog!"
Murmurs of agreement, amplified this time. Several more stood up and tried to speak. They all interrupted each other and soon the chamber was like any other parliament in distress. The woman simply stood there. She gazed on each soul in the chamber and her piercing, pale hellishly cold blue eyes quieted them all one by one. "I have complete faith in Serphius." she said. Serphius didn't feel comforted. Maybe you've underestimated me old hag! He wanted to scream at her but her eyes caught his. Once again she seemed to have heard him and who says she hadn't? Maybe the old witch actually could read his mind. Her gaze was hard, the one of a mentor or great teacher putting up a pupil to their final test. Then they softened and became the eyes of a guardian and Serphius to his horror saw that the woman actually believed that he would make it.

The dream was so livid and such a clear representation of what ha happened that he actually believed in it that it had been true. Until the darkness came. The chamber door was blown open with a loud bang. A thick, thick mist tainted with deep red, the sort of red that was straight from the lungs, and with it the monsters came. The shadows, the beasts, the distorted ones that had been men and women and one point and tore them all apart in gruesome bloody ways.

Ever since he had been in that fucking mist he had dreams like that. The travel toward from where it came had been long, the visit in it short. He now rested on a tavern a few miles from where the mist hang. It would surely struck this little town in a week, at the most two weeks. He had already seen the signs. People had similar nightmares, more had fled and the town was a ghost town. He had heard a few that had gone completely mad and had took off running straight toward the mist.

He was a man with short dark hair. Not a single straw on his face, he shaved morning and night. He was tall, and was pretty muscular with toned slim muscles an athlete get after training with his body all his life. He wore a coat, a white coat with the the mark of an open hand in deep purple. His body was full of the King's weapons. Throwing daggers, swords and several hidden ones and a belt that had several leather bags full of things unknown. The amulet next to his bed, a amulet of deep red, the same shade the tainted part of the mist had had in his dream was still there. It lay silent and every time he looked at it he felt grim, awkward or something in the like. He took it up and hung it under his clothes making damn sure he could feel the cold of the chain around his collarbones and neck. It was early morning. The sun had barely begun prickle the horizon with gold. He got down, the barkeeper was still at the disk, he seemed as haggard as Serphius felt. "Can't sleep either?" the barkeeper asked. "No." he replied simply and ordered breakfast. Meat, bread and a mug of mead. "I would advice you get the hell out of here." Serphius said. "You're not the first one to say that, kid." he said with a small smile. The smile of a man who had made up his mind. That part of the human nature had always eluded him. The part that refused to let certain things go.


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