Danger Close!

"Do you know who I am?" Asked Khufra.

The voice and presence of Khufra is like what the legends say they are. His voice is like the voice of a talking cerberus and his presence strikes fear in the hearts of those he faces.

"You must be..." said Faramis. Him being there made Faramis as cold as ice. His sweat was cold and his heartbeat fast.

Khufra brought Terizla to Faramis, the alchemist who tried to help queen Vexana remove the devil's curse from her. Unrecognizable because of years of experimenting on himself because he failed to save his queen, Terizla didn't immediately recognize Vexana's doctor.

"Is that you, Faramis?" asked Terizla.

Faramis knew Terizla. His tall hammer immediately gave Terizla away.

"You should be in prison right now." replied Faramis.

"So should you. You failed to save the queen. YOU FAILED TO SAVE MY LOVE!"

Faramis bowed his head in disappointment with himself. Tears started to flow through his blood emptied face. "I did my best, you know. I did my best." He then looked away trying to hide the embarrassment of failing to save the queen.

Khufra just stood there savoring the moment. He knows that the two have a lot to catch up on. Terizla on the other hand, stopped condemning Faramis for his failures. He immediately told Faramis the purpose of his visit.

"But we can still resurrect her now, right?"

Faramis immediately responded, "No, if we do that. She is going to be here but her appearance will be different. Look at what my potions made to me! She's not going to be as beautiful as before!"

The calm and silent Khufra started to join the conversation. He needs Terizla and no one can stop him from getting what he want. "We should atleast try." said Khufra.

Faramis, who was eager to not resurrect Vexana found the courage to tell Khufra the truth.

"You can't live with your failure, huh?"

Terizla who knows what Khufra can do suddenly butted in to save Faramis from any wrong deed. He immediately replied: "Did you?" Letting Faramis understand how hypocrite his question were. "Were you able to live with your own failure, Faramis? No? Then why did you do that to yourself?"

Faramis didn't respond. He knows that Terizla has a point and he will do his best to get Vexana back. The only thing that is bugging Faramis is the truth that's been running inside his head eversince they mentioned the resurrection of Vexana—He can't let his past failure bring another failure.

"This is our chance to make everything right." said Terizla.

"I can't." In a sad and unstable voice he whispered again. "I can't, Terizla."

Unfortunately, Faramis' emotions didn't touch the betrayed tyrant. He already gave in to his emotions then when he fell inlove with Eslora and that mistake lead to her betrayal. "You can't or you won't?" asked Khufra. "I'm running out of patience, alchemist. You don't want to be the first one to experience my wrath after hundreds of years."

Full of fear because he knows what Khufra does to those who oppose him, Faramis agreed. "Alright, I'll do it."

"Resurrect my most loyal men too." said Khufra.

They immediately went to the Cemetery of the Fallen. Faramis wants to ask for help. He's hoping that they'll bump into someone like Tigreal or anyone who can help them but no one passed by. The night was pitch black. No help could come and rescue Faramis. No one goes to the the Cemetery of the Fallen when it's dark because that's when the werewolves come in numbers. These werewolves are the ones who cut Roger then and no one wants to fight them since then. The only reason why they can walk in the dark without being harmed is because they are with Khufra. Even the werewolves are afraid of him.

"We're here." said Khufra.

Faramis' place is just near the cemetery. After hiding for years because of his big failure, he chose to stay near the dead people's resting place. He thought: "This is where I belong." Being recognized as the best doctor and alchemist of his kingdom and then failing to do something about their very queen can surely drive someone to depression and self pity.

"What are the names of your friends?" Faramis asked Khufra.

The cemetery is just a huge open space without any gravestone. It's a tradition in the Land of Dawn to just burn a dead person's body and mix it with the moon oil produced by the Moon Elves. They then pour the ashes along with the oil on the cemetery's soil. By doing this, they believe that the person who died will still be with them even though they die. Faramis knows this practice and he knows that the only thing he need to do to resurrect the fallen is by staining his own hand with the blood of the blood orcs along with the chemical that he invented.

"The name of my greatest followers were Moskov and Hanzo." replied Khufra.

Faramis then touched the ground, uttered a spell and a greenish color started to crack on the ground.