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Chapter 11: Book

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Chapter 11

Book

Lake sat under the window most of the day, and on into the night. Ingo's condition got better really slowly. It didn't seem like a normal infection either. Emmet's guess was that Ingo had just gotten way too cold. He was always a very warm guy.

So in order to pass the time, Lake looked through the book that Windelyn gave her. Lake's eyes roamed over the features, the images. The pictures within showed her what she should be like. The development within each crystal. A spark at first, then they began to grow. In order for someone to get her out they had to use blood which would give a bond to them.

But this would only work if they were old enough to emerge. However it had been a practice among the greedy to hit the stone to obtain a much smaller and more imprintable specimen. Which is what happened to her. They were probably going to keep her...then...use her blood to gain eternal youth.

She gulped and looked up at her brother who saw the color drain from her face. Emmet walked over and touched her forehead. It was fine, she didn't seem sick.

"Lake?" He inquired. The young girl shivered and climbed into his arms.

"The books say they used our blood like the fountain of youth. Most people would drain us of our blood and use it, and then sell the rest. That's why there are so few of us." She buried her face in his shirt.

"How do you know that's not why they wanted you?" Lake jumped looking up at the Zoroark that was petting her son's head. Didn't they leave? Why she hadn't left yet was the snow falling beyond the doors. It would seem the blizzard started back up once again. Also...she could...talk in her head?

"Bite your tongue." Emmet growled, turning to look at the pokemon. "We got her even before we knew who or even what she was. We've loved her...from the moment we saw her."

"What's the point? Why keep someone who is broken? She isn't even fully complete anyways and likely to die on the journey to adulthood anyways." The Zoroark watched her son sit up and look up at his mother. "What's the use of living if you are going to die anyways?"

"I need them." Emmet set her down and watched her as she walked over to her book and closed it. "Not because of survival." She hugged the book to her chest like she normally did her backpack. "But in the way that makes life worth living."

She needed them?!

"Sentimentality will get you killed." She walked back toward the door with her son over her shoulder. She didn't seem keen on leaving. She found herself wondering if they ever found that boy.

"Emmet?" Emmet looked up at his brother. He was having a dream again. He had been in a fitful sleep lately. Lake looked up at her eldest brother and nuzzled into Emmet. She really wanted to hug Ingo, but when he was like this he tossed and turned a bit too much. He already swatted Emmets arm. Although it didn't seem to hurt him at all. It was a very blind punch. Obviously meant for some shadow in his dream.

"Sandwich?" The nun walked in. In a papoose on her back sat the boy that was missing. He seemed sick, but awake. Curling into a ball on her back. His cheek to her back. Emmet looked at Lake.

"Maybe we should carry Ingo like that." He offered. Lake just snorted and shook her head.

"Not on me, I'd fall apart." Emmet burst out laughing as he took a sandwich and bit into it. This was going to be a long night, but at least Lake was okay and Ingo would be out of the woods soon...hopefully. They had to go search soon. No one was talking about some odd portal at all. Who knew where it was. What if they were stuck there?