Meeting the Carthae

The dark sky soon gave up into light as the sun started to rise. Its joyful color burned the night of loss into a memory of tragedy.

Heavy footsteps sounded as they followed the slow rushing sound of the lady’s tiny leafy feet who introduced herself as one of the guardians who ought to protect this world, as she had said.

“Where are we going?” Alex asked.

“To death.” Rabi replied.

Faces of extreme confusedness flooded on the students’ expressions.

“You’re joking, right?” Gloyd said in disbelief.

“Not really. The place where we are going is the place of death. The creatures there are responsible for every death that happens in the marshland, we call them the Carthae also known as the scavengers of death.”

“Are they the gods of this world?” Alex asked.

“According to the legend, they were the first species who lived in this world, not us,