CHAPTER X: ARAMORDT (1)
“Mother,” interrupted Erin. “Why do you stop? Why are you crying?”
"Kids," said the woman, closing the notebook, shaking her hands, "the time has come."
“The time moth–”
Before Timotheo responded to his mother, a piece of the iron roof collapsed in flames over them. The wooden stands were covered with an unstoppable fire. The fall of one of these, caught one of the children, Cristof. The shelter was falling apart. The woman quickly grabbed her daughter, and manages to hold Timotheo by the hand, who was weak in his legs.
With a triangular spell out of her left hand, she destroyed and moved away the iron roof that trapped Cristof. He began to walk towards his mother, limping, but a stream of water began to seep into the place.
“We must get out of here!” exclaim
