“…So it has come to this? It has come down to me needing myself rescued by Canialia? I do not understand. Whenever I look at her, I can’t help but get a strange feeling. Is it from the love she had shown me? Or is it the fact that I had to rely on her to save me from the pendant’s charm effect? Things are getting very complicated for me, anymore…”
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From the journal of Archerion Fellonar
They had awakened the following morning beside one another. Archerion’s thoughts of the previous day were somewhat absent from the sudden break of the charm.
Archerion sat up to see Mist sitting not to far from them staring down at them with a smile on his face. He got up slowly and sat next to the Druid of Glandra.
“I see you’ve awakened,” Mist said with a chuckle in his voice. “Have a pleasant sleep, I assume?”
“Your awful cheerful for someone who’s about to have my fist as a replacement head.” Replied the marksman, teasingly.
They both sat there and laughed at their comments. Mist reached down into his satchel and handed Archerion some kind of bread.
“Eat this. It will help ease the pain from the charm.” The druid looked up at the clouds as a flock of birds flew past. “She’s yours now. You know this, right?”
“My kind’s traditions are slowly dying; you and I both know that.” He looked down at the former campfire as he took another bite from the herbal-bread. “Though, you and I also know that I’m also one t hold up to those traditions.”
Canialia sat up unnoticed and looked over to the two talking aimlessly. She looked to her side to see Archanine who was pushed up against her, to keep her close to Archerion that night. As she started to pet him, the panther started to purr to her soft touch.
She lied back again, folding her hands behind her head. She was happy with how the previous day had gone. She felt somewhat relieved to let her feelings for him be known and was certain he felt the same way before she even said anything about it. Before he found the pendant, he would always give her this look out of the corner of his eye and smile at her. It was the kind of look that assured her that he would be there for her, should she need him.
After a time, she got up and sat beside Archerion, laying her head on his shoulder smiling as he put his arm around her and talked to her. Mist had left a few moments earlier for some kind of druidic reasons neither of them understood, but knew he would return shortly. She had started to get used to the druid’s dragon-like eyes. When Archerion talked to her, she noticed his voice was softer and gentler than it used to be. It was obvious to Mist, as to themselves, that the loved each other and would give the world if it meant the other would live and be happy.
“My memory of the day before is still a blur.” He said to her, laying his head on top of hers. “What was it that happened?”
Canialia only smiled and let a snicker loose. Although she did not think he would mind, she preferred not to tell him, anyhow. She remained silent about the previous day and sat up. When Archerion tried to ask again, she placed her finger over his lips to silence him, removed it and kissed him.
Upon Mist’s return, they set out again. Canialia let Archerion lead as she stayed back with Mist and her cadre. The border to the Northern Kingdoms was not far off, but they wasted no time attempting to reach it.
“Do you plan to tell him what happened?” Mist asked her seemingly out of nowhere. “Or do I need to tell him for you?”
“No. I’ll tell him when he’s ready to know.” She answered with a sweet smile on her face. “When he’s ready,” she repeated again, only quieter and more to herself, than to the druid.
When they had made it to the border of Eastern Senscitar Forest and Northern Senscitar Forest, the illusion of a girl stood and the end of the path waiting for them. The illusion was too blurry to be able to tell who it was, and the voice was not familiar to them, thus making the being unrecognizable.
“Arch-druid Mist, Lady Canialia, Sir Archerion. I plea to you all that you do not enter these northern kingdoms of Sazacon. The dark Serpent King, Askar Sarpantra, seeks to destroy you, especially you Sir Archerion. You all have caused him a great deal of trouble by planning to track down his goblins. Lady Canialia. Sir Archerion. Your love for each other is plainly noticeable. You must not let the Serpent King use such a beautiful thing against you. That is all the information I can give you now. Farewell.” The illusion bowed and vanished. Whoever was in that illusion had been watching them since Archerion first entered Senscitar Forest.
It was strange to them to know that someone, whoever it was, had been keeping tags on them this entire time. Before entering the northern section of Senscitar Forest, Mist let loose a falcon spy to scout the area ahead of them. They all sat at the clearing awaiting the falcon’s return, but did not return until near nightfall, when it was too dangerous to travel in the Senscitar.
They set up camp that night. Archerion, feeling a bit tired from eating more of Mist’s herbal-bread, fell asleep early while Mist and Canialia stayed up a while longer and talked.
“Have you used your Divination Cube to check, yet?” he asked her curiously.
“I have.” She replied, concisely.
“What did it reveal?”
The beautiful elven girl just smiled and gave a nod. Mist knew what she meant without her saying anything and smiled also.
“Do you think this ‘Askar Sarpantra’ could use it against us?” he asked her in more of a serious tone.
“I hope not. It belongs to Archerion, regardless. Not him..."
When you've betrayed all those about you, who will be there to have your back and not your head?