Through The Iron Hills - Part 2

Cold, damp, clammy… Reiven wakes up with an uneasy feeling and found herself surrounded by a thick mist. While she blinks her eyes with confusion her hands touched the soil and gave her weight to the elbows just to raise her body a little. The air was so heavy that she slogs on to breathe. Her senses tensed like waiting someone jumped on any moment. Even though she didn’t hear anything, she knew that wasn’t alone. As she slowly stands up her whispering voice called the names of her friends “Ralt… Thyra… Shayen…” She could take a step neither further nor backward like she was standing still in the blankness. When Thyra suddenly grabbed her arm, she could hardly suppress a scream. “Reiven?” While his face came out of the mist Reiven calmed down a little. “Where are the others?” she asked with an absolute anxiety Thyras’ smile looks faint as he speaks “Shayen and Ulmar is here but we don’t know about Ralt and Gilrael..”. He remained silent while watching Reivens’ thoughtful face. “I see..” she babbled in a dark mood. She knew that there was no possibility for them to left the others, like the unexpectedly appeared mist in this early season. She turned her eyes up to the concealed sky and said “Let we see if I can vanish the mist…”. Then she started to repeat some ancient words of power and called upon a wind. As her voice lowers the wind gets stronger… Before she opened her eyes to the blue sky she knew that the mist has gone…