The Lost Sigil; Dawn of Light

Chapter 8: Old Dora

It was bright and warm. It felt good being there but where was she? A golden paved path emerged beneath her stretching far into the blank whiteness. She felt compelled to follow the path and so she did. With each step she took, the place grew hotter and the whiteness darkened but she kept on walking, unable to stop.

"Eda, where are you going?" She heard her mother's voice ask.

Where was she going? She did not even know where she was. The urge to keep on walking drove her forwards.

"Why did you leave?" Lucius asked.

Eda turned around to look where the voices were coming from but she saw nothing, just the grey looking atmosphere. Turning her head forwards, she was met with the glaring stare of an enraged red-eyed were-wolf. It opened its snout and snarled right in front of her face. She flinched and closed her eyes and when she opened them, the were-wolf was gone. The path, she wanted to follow the path.

She kept on walking and the grey had turned black. She could no longer see and it was hotter than she could handle. The path provided a dim gold light that illuminated her way. The path, I have to follow the path.

"Eda, Eda. Can you hear me?" Rhys was talking to her. She could not see anything and the voices just echoed from all directions.

"The light, Eda. Find the light," Lester was saying. What did he mean? Where was he?

The path then collapsed under her feet and she was falling into complete and utter darkness. All the golden bricks from the path did fall in with her and they were reflecting light as they fell. "Is that the light?" Eda started stretching towards the golden bricks. She reached with her finger tips for one that was falling nearby but only pushed it farther. Another brick fell in place of the last and Eda stretched even more but instead she tried to touch the reflected light. Her fingers were within the reflected light and she fell even faster and landed on a soft ground.

Eda then woke up gasping for air. She was on a bed in a place she did not recognize. Rhys and Lester were right there beside her, looking at her with relief.

Rhys sighed and fell into a chair nearby, "That was close," he said.

Eda tried feeling her neck and face and everything was fine. All the stings had healed, her body no longer ached but her stomach was in need.

"You are alright?" Eda said. She was also surprised that the two were not in critical conditions if not dead.

"It was you. Whatever you did, saved us, completely healed us," Lester said, a smile almost forming on his face, "Sadly, the cost of such magic nearly cost you your life."

Eda sat up and she could see they had acquired a room. It was not as grand, with a single bed where she was and a chair where Rhys sat. Nothing else, no paintings or table or rags, just a single bed and a chair.

It was still night, yet large crowd noises could be heard. Eda continued to scan around, trying to get her bearings.

"Where are we?" she had to ask.

Rhys gave her a cheeky smile and went to open the windows. A cold breeze accompanied with tantalizing aroma and even more noise entered the room.

"Aluma," Rhys said, "We were lucky to even find this dump this time of year."

It was as if a load had been lifted off her chest. Aluma at last. All she needed was her father's journal and everything would be fine.

"The journal. Has anyone seen it?" Eda had high hopes, if things were to go her way, she would be able to get her mother healed in a day.