Heartless but True

There I stood from a distance, witnessing the whole event. Balajinga, in his ridiculous armour, lighting dry wood with an incantation. Thereafter he dropped them into the Forbidden Well, thinking that it was the entrance of my hideout. How I wished I could rip his heart out.

I managed to evacuate the innocents before doom met them; not the huge fire, no. Balajinga had awoken the dead by desecrating the Forbidden Well. The Forbidden Well was a monument of tragedy. It was where my dead loyal subjects were tortured to death; their hearts were spiked and then ripped out.

As with tradition, each one of them muttered the oath of injustice. They had to strengthen the ancient magic, which was still not in action. Within this land, no matter the ruler, an ancient piece of magic is set within. It acts as a talisman against corrupt kings.

But it had been tampered with by Jingaharris. It is there. I can feel it. But something of equal strength is suppressing its enchantments. The awakening of the dead is the first sign. Now they feign death, lying within the castle of Jingaharris. May he rest in pieces when they do to him what he did to me. They say I have no heart. Of course I don't. I too was subjected to the same torture at Forbidden Well.

It is time I call the old crowd. I will pay my cousin, Mandy Ginga, a visit at the old asylum. I need to regain my old powers. She will be able to summon the Oracle. The time is ripe to ease my people's suffering.

- Dark Bomoh