My vision came back to me in a flash. The peak still hushed in winter's sleep. The demon of the so called 'Past' is now reduced to a pile of black dust. In the pile, a single arrow now lays. My certificate.
I quickly struggle to get up from the ground. Where's Kane? Oh God please let him be safe. If he died....
I demolish all thoughts as I race to him. He holds a blank eyed stare, which bores into the ground. His breathing is still uneven. I force myself from nearly hugging him in pure relief. Kane passed.
"We did it!" I exclaim trying to hide the pain I tolerated through the test.
Kane doesn't need to know that part. I don't want anyone know what I've been through nor do I want anyone to go through what I suffered. Pain is inevitable and it always will be; there are some things people don't need to experience though.
Kane gives me a shaky smile. I can't help but notice a calculating look in his eyes. He's never looked at me that way before. Like he's deciding my fate. No one decides my fate.
"Thank the Lord then that we both made it out alive."
He bears his normal cocky expression again, which sets me more at ease. The effects of whatever he passed seems to finally be wearing off. He reaches in the pile of demon ashes and draws out a knife.
"Shall we m'huntress?" he asks offering his arm.
"Huntress?" I scoff.
" I would have said m'lady but it was more than a gut instinct that told me if I did so, I might as well have been attempting suicide."
"I'm not that violent!"
"Do you even know yourself?"
Smiling, I gently push him and he laughs. It relieves the inner turmoil a little I think. I like his laugh. I gently laugh back. He stops and stares as if he has never heard a laugh before. before he can say anything, I approach Howlers Pool.
The water glistens as I peer into it. Kane soon joins me and stares at it's depths clearly waiting for my lead.
I raise the tip of the demon arrow onto my outstretched hand. I feel the cool metal tip on my palm and nod at Kane. He repeats what I did with his knife.
"Now think of Faerliss." I say firmly, "Okay? Good- now on three we'll cut our hand and let a single drop of blood drip into the pool. Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." he replies.
"1...2...3."
I wince as I puncture my flesh. The arrow disintegrates as soon as the cut is made, dissolving into the wind. I let my unwounded hand drop to my side only to let it become entwined in Kane's. I exchange a nod as we let 2 drops of blood plummet simultaneously into the pool.
A foggy mist en clouds my vision as a map forms at the back of my brain. 5 places. That's all it takes to get to Faerliss. The vision distorts to form a misty wood. The woods of Souls. I haven't the slightest clue why it's called so.
Next a town. It's stone houses gives a dim yellow light. I don't know what this place is called. Definitely after the woods though. Next came a river. The river of Choice. I remember Angrekon trying to teach Elnodye about the gravity of choices by talking about this infamous river. Before I can recall what the river did exactly the vision showed a tempestuous mountain journey only to lead up to- oh no...
I didn't guess it would be this place Faerliss was taken to. A place so vile- so nefarious by nature, i dare not even think about it's name neither say it. From the shadows of the vision, He looms out. His body cloaked in shadows. His features doused in impenetrable darkness. Only his eyes shone midst the shadows. Eyes of flame- pure green flame. A silent horror with mirrored powers.
The vision ripples leaving me now staring at my reflection. I can't believe it. I feel like turning back and running away. I wish I could. It's best if I could but Faerliss? No. I will not let my fear overcome my vow to get Faerliss. I will get her back for Kane. Even if my death is now sealed.
I turn to look at Kane. His face is pale. I can see his fear. I can sense his bewilderment. Yet, here he is trying to look strong. Worst of all - He's giving me that look which told me that he wants me to run and let him continue.
"Drevial." he begins, his voice brought to a whisper," What exactly are we up against?"
"Nothing we can't handle." I finally say finding my voice before entwining our hands together.
I don't know if he can tell- but I'm going through this with him whether he likes it or not. I'm going to fight for him- eternally.
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