The Arozel Institution saw the potential in Saskia and recruited her to become one of its scholars. But as a sole survivor of her town's tragedy who lost her memories after, it wasn't easy for her to deal with everyone's questioning gazes. Every sin...
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SASKIA'S POV
WE'RE NOT done here. We are now rushing back to our horses' location. 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 felt off. The surrounding were drenched in an ominous aura, thick with menace. I could feel it creeping in, tightening around me, as my breathing became shallow.
Uneasiness was etched across my features, a deep fear gnawing at me . . . the fear that something terrible might happen to them or, worse, it already had.
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 got reminded of 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?"
". . . Celeste's creations." Pag amin ko.
"That woman . . ." His eyes drop off. "She knew very well that we had a healer."
He lifted the piece of clothing that he got to put on my wound. Tinaas ko ang aking braso nang simulan nitong ibalot sa tela iyon 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 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.
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