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Chapter 9– An Orphan Child(9)

The Count glanced outside through a small opening at the window, where the curtains were set aside.

'Of course it makes sense that you're here. Probably Edward's death ... His absence is a great loss to the other side. But, I don't know ... I felt a much greater pressure on me now. Much bigger than I did when our dark guys died."

'Maybe because of the child?" the secretive guy raised his eyebrows.

'That's what I thought too. Yet, it's a girl. There must be something else ..."

He looked again out of window. He was very calm, but inside everything was about to erupt, to explode with the power of a cataclysm.

'Anyway ... that story says that ‘he will bring us a gift ... that will bring the end of the dark age ...'"

'These are just assumptions. I think it will never happen. That era ... maybe it already started. Still, it can't be because of this little girl. The killing of Edwards was painful for our group as well. Scar, Screamer, Shrew and Skeleton are gone. They were killed without too much trouble, although they were leaders in our group. That's why I felt that pressure for sure. I can say we were lucky... for we managed to kill them."

'Yes ... huge losses for our cause. Almost as big as the Edwards' for them. There is still ... Knudlac. Surely he and his ‘little' wizards can cause us problems."

'You have no idea ... especially him."

The cover-faced guy looked out, in that darkness, as if he could see in that thick blackness, ocean-bottom like.

'I have to get off, master. I'm going to have ... dinner," the hidden guy smiled.

He stuck his head out of the carriage window.

'Stop the carriage!" he said to the coachman.

Dragoesti smiled.

'Here… ?" the coachman asked, puzzled, as they were on a dark path in the forest. Only the round disk of the moon kept shining here in the shade of that frightening forest. And the dim light of the lantern hanging on the ravishing carriage.

'Yes", Dragoesti ordered too. 'He has to ... eat ..."

The coachman was very anxious that he had to leave someone on that path of perdition. But ... he was scared of both the cover-faced foreigner and the famous and cruel Vlad Dragoesti.

So he did exactly as he was ordered.

The stranger got off the carriage and moved away on that unknown path. Finally, just before he was gone, he glanced back at the frightened coachman. Two glassy eyes like two stars in the sky, which seemed come down into that forest, targeted the coachman ... along with a bloodcurdling grin.

With a lump in his throat, because he heard so many strange, mysterious things about the castle and the lands of Dragoesti residence, his heart cracking with panic because of those eyes that watched him, the coachman whipped the horses to start off rushing without waiting for Count Dragoesti's order.

He was severely shaken when the carriage started, but instead of being upset, he smiled. He knew something ... scared the poor coachman. And this enjoyed him a lot, because others' fear ... was food for guys like him.

...

In front of the house at number 3 Moon Street, one could see Officer Gangsley carrying a small girl and a little bag in his arms. Apparently her stuff was in that bag that was not roomy at all.

The little girl was holding a diary ... A diary that Officer Gangsley decided to give to her, because it once belonged to her parents. He considered the diary a gift from those who gave life to the girl, an object that only she, alone in this world, had the right to keep. Because it was written on it in golden letters:

'... a small gift, for our most precious gift, Elizabeth Catherine Edwards."

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