The Lost Orb [Volume 2/4]

Chapter 7: Shadow in the Mist

SASKIA'S POV

WE'RE NOT DONE HERE.

Kasalukuyan kaming tumatakbo pabalik sa kinaroroonan ng mga kabayo namin. Only the three of us. We tried our best to encourage her to come with us, but Tristan said it's better if we leave the decision on her, and just proceed with our mission. Either way, only doom would be there to greet us.

Until now, hindi niya pa rin kami sinusundan.

I have quite high hopes for her words.

Everything was different from normal. The surroundings were more tainted with menace. I can sense it as my breathing became more shallow.

Uneasiness was apparent in my features. I fear something... I fear that something bad might happen to them, or it already did.

The light outside of the forest finally glimpses upon us. Kalaunan, nakita na rin namin kung saan nakapwesto ang aming mga kabayo. They sprung up on their respective horses. But when I did the same, I flinched and groaned in pain. I withdrew when I remembered about my wound.

Ang sakit! Nasa balikat ko nga pala ito!

"Saskia!" I heard Zach called.

Maski si Tristan ay napalingon sa direksyon ko. He looked confused. Hindi niya nga pala alam na may tama ako. Mabilis ko itong natakpan ng cloak ko kanina, at mukhang nakalimutan ko na rin ito matapos ma-alarma sa nangyari kanina.

Pagtingin ko sa parte ng braso ko kung nasaan ang sugat, saka ko lang napagtanto na bumakat na palabas ng cloak ko ang dugo nito. Akmang bababa na sa kaniyang kabayo si Zach, ngunit naunahan siya ni Tristan dahil mas malapit ito. Mabilis siyang nakalapit sa pwesto ko.

"Remove your cloak," he ordered. Saglit kong inobserbahan ang gagawin niya, may kinuha siyang isang bagay mula sa bulsa niya.

Dahan-dahan kong tinanggal ang cloak ko at bumungad sa'kin ang isang hiwa mula sa braso ko. Mapula pa ito at sariwa, hindi ko akalain na lalala pala ito.

"How did you get that?"

"It was because of Celeste's creations," pag amin ko.

"That woman..." His eyes drop off. "She knew well that we have a healer."

He lifted the piece of clothing that he got to put on my wound. Tinaas ko ang braso ko nang simulan na nitong ibalot sa tela ito upang hindi siya mahirapan. He stayed in his usual poker face habang marahang ginagawa iyon. But somehow, this atmosphere of him is milder and more peaceful than what he has most of the time.

I shifted my sight to my wound. Tapos na niyang balutin ito.

"Saphire is a healer. Find her first after we arrive there," he voiced, rather faintly.

"...Salamat," binitawan na nito ang braso ko. Umangat bigla ang tingin ko sa kaniya. "This fabric... para sa 'yo ito, 'di ba?"

Well, hindi kasi gagana ang artistry ni Saphire sa kaniya. He's an anti-artistry. I know that he prepared it for himself.