The Light of Roria

Chapter Seventeen

Sweeping up the last bit of glass into the large trash bag, Mona clasped her hands together. "Thank you," she said, smiling. "That was one nasty mess that elf left behind." Pausing, she faced Elijah. "I'm sure the fury light will come in handy" She paused before directing the next comment to both Staci and I. "And if you run into your mother, slap her upside the head for not doing it in the first place."

My stomach flipped at the thought of meeting my mother. Was I ready? I suppose it didn't matter. It could happen whether I was or not. Much like everything else.

Mona looked to me. "I'm sure you are anxious to leave. I'm gonna call my son-in-law to get the window priced and place a tarp up for now." She rushed toward Staci and held her tightly. "I hope you can forgive me for all the secrets and for not having the strength to take care of you after what happened to my husband."

Staci shook her head. "You've always done whatever you believed to be right. I know that's true. I guess I can try to understand why you never told me."

Mona smiled, cupping Staci's cheek. "My honeybee. A smart and honest woman now."

Mona hugged her once more before letting go. Turning to face us all, she smiled with approval. "Trust in each other," she said firmly. "But most of all, trust in divinity."

With that, we held onto one another and waved good-bye to Mona before allowing wind travel to take us to my father's hospital.

Just as I had chosen to imagine, we all now stood in the parking garage connected to the hospital basement, rather than directly into his room. I assumed our best option was to arrive in the intensive care unit the proper way, considering they were expecting me.

The three of us passed beyond the entrance door, which led to a row of elevators in the right or the spiral stairs to the left, in which Staci immediately chose the latter.

"I don't care how many flights up it is, I am never taking another elevator as long as I live."

"Agreed," I replied.

"What do we do with Watson?" I asked worriedly. I wanted us all together. It didn't matter where we were, there was always a chance we wouldn't be safe. We were stronger together than a part.

"I believe it's best that he comes with us," said Elijah. "I'll conceal him entirely. No one outside of our party will even know he's here."

"At least it's only the third floor and not the eighth, ya know?" I shared positively.

"If it had been eight floors, I still would have taken the stairs," Staci pointed out.

A few people passed us along the way, never once glancing at Watson, proving he was hidden from their sight.

Elijah grinned mischievously. I could tell that whatever he was going to say would probably be snarky. " I wouldn't dare make two royals walk that far. I would have suggested we appear at his bedside again. However, seeing it was only three floors, the two of you could use the walk, given the state of you both after only a short while of training earlier. It was quite sad to witness, really. Though I suppose you could blame the ways of this world. I've never seen so many devices that make one's life easier. Phones, hearths that heat themselves, elevators that prevent the need for walking, and food already packaged with little to no preparation whatsoever."

"Jealous much?" Staci said, quick-wittedly. She winked before pulling open the door to the third-floor hallway.

"Actually." I reached for Staci hand, searching for any cameras in our position. "Elijah could you conceal yourself and Staci? I'd like you both to go in with me."