Skull And The Fangs

Betrayed

The Marcaba

Sarai sprung up from her sleep. Her eyes were heavy as it ran around the place.

Confusion was all she felt.

The place was like a house of roots, coiled and making up swirls and intertwines to form a shed. It felt cold and deadly, yet a sinister kind of positive energy reeked in the depth of the place. There was only one place that came into her mind.

'Marcaba.'

Her eyes gazed at the roots again. 'It must belong to the olive tree.' she thought.

Even though it's somehow strange and unbelievable that such an olive tree that could have been easily ignored, has so many roots that it formed a shed beneath the tree, it's the truth.

Awe. She was awestruck when she realized this. Then she clenched her fists. There must be something here.

"You must be okay by now."

Her neck snapped to the direction the voice was coming from and was surprised to see a man that looked so young, almost like teenager, nineteen at most. But as she stared deeply at the young man, she knew at once what