Chapter 68 – Solace

“Master Johan.”

Johan stirred in his sleep. He had been dreaming about his mother. Of the small stifling room which smelled of old fish. Men would come at night, sometimes two, sometimes more, and ask of her. He would take them to the small room – just a small enclosure in the old abandoned shack they lived in. The walls, if you could call it that, was but an old tarpaulin they salvaged from one of the abandoned tunnels in the old mine. It was held up by two pieces of timber of varying height and nailed to the corner of the room.

His mother always sends him to his gran whenever she had guests. There, he would listen to gran’s stories, and maybe get a bite to eat if they were lucky. She always had a way with words that somehow fills you up even if all you had for breakfast was half of last night’s stale dinner.

When ever she told her stories, her golden eyes would shine in the darkness, and the lines in her face would seem to fade, as if revealing the princess