Ale evaded his chasers and reached home. The moon was full luminating everywhere. The lights to his house were dim with dullness. The door was left opened and Ale had a feeling understanding what probably took place, but he instantly burnt the thought.
Ale slowly entered his house seeing a trickle of blood leaving a trail. Ale's heart raced already wanting to cry. Following the blood Ale glanced to the direction where his wife usually sat looking through the large window, he would usually return home to see her sitting there waiting for him, sometimes asleep and sometimes awake.
Now seeing the empty chair where her figure was supposed to be Ale wanted to cry. He came to a stop were he saw Emerale dead and folded over as if she was sleeping.
" Emerale," Ale stuttered softly before dropping to his knees.
