Coalesce

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"Why are you spending more time with the whaler and his crew than with our Grisha?" The Darkling asked in contempt.

Nesta sighed, she knew this question would be asked from her sooner or later.

"Because, unlike you, I understand the importance of being on good terms with the people that are helping us."

He didn't say anything to that, just turning to once again stare into the open waters in front of them. In reality, she enjoyed their company, well that and the fact that she hoped Sturmhond would change his mind if they became friends. She'd had no luck so far.

"Father..." she started.

"Yes?"

"How am I alive? I died, I know I died. I remember the feeling."

It had been cold, empty, painful and then, nothing. Pure nothingness. It was the most terrible feeling she'd ever felt.

"Because you and I are not like others. We are Grisha, the most powerful of them. We cannot die a mortal death. We are not mortal. We are more powerful and more important than any of them."

As Ivan approached the father and daughter duo with Alina, Nesta could no longer ask about her survival. She wasn't sure about being more powerful, but she was certain that she wasn't more important, everyone was of the same importance. And she dearly hoped that she was mortal, the woman did not want to live for hundreds of years like her father and grandmother had.

The General gave Nesta a small nod of the head, indicating that she should go and bring the Tracker. Reluctantly, she made her way belowdecks.

"I have to take you to the Darkling."

The Tracker stood without questioning her and made his way towards the door. His hands were bound, but why, she didn't know. He was only an otkazyat'sya, even if he tried, he couldn't overpower the Grisha aboard the whaler.

"Mal?" She hesitated. "Whatever he wants, don't say no. I'm afraid of what he'll do to you and Alina if you do."

The boy didn't answer her and just stepped out of the door, Nesta hurrying after him.

Once the two of them reached Nesta's father, Alina and Ivan, the Shadow Summoner turned to Mal.

"All right tracker. Track."

Well that was certainly not enough information. Mal thought the same and voiced his opinion.

"Track what? We're in the middle of the ocean."

The Darkling told him about how Alina had described his abilities until he finally told him what he wanted tracked.

"I want you to hunt the sea whip."

The first thought that came to Nesta was 'is he mad?' which she immediately answered to 'yes'. But when she took the time to think about it, she found that maybe he wasn't. After all, the stag had been nothing but a story as well yet Mal had found it and now it's antlers rested on Alina's neck. Would it truly be so impossible for the dragon to exist?