. . . CHAPTER 1 . . . . .
-----------The fingers of death on my heart----------
I was afraid when i saw the flame, it looked exactly like the blue flame of the herds men, The memories of blood shed ran through my brian i was cold and tears fell from my eyes. But i could not run because this same men took my father, slay my mother and used the queen with 275 other of my village members for sacrifice. That time, my father knew they were coming and buried me before they came. But now they came again but i couldn't run i choose death.
The flame drew closer and closer till i felt the ground viberate, A very loud voice from every angle of the atmosphere called my name. I no longer felt my heart, pain, fear and regrets, were all gone. I became a knight of the pricnagons. I only had one feeling, that is, to love and love the picnagons without reasons.
When i woke up i was on a ship, and the jacket i wore smells exactly like my father, when i fully opened my eyes i saw the same blue flame then i heard this same voice again that sounded exactly like my father's. I could feel my heart leap for joy as tear rushed from my eyes, i felt so weak then i realised it wasn't a dream before i hugged my father then he promised never to leav me again.
I can't remeber all the questions i asked him that night but i know it was morning before i stoped. My father explaind to me how he was rescued from the herds men by the knights of zaharah and was transformed by the knights of pricnagons.
