The Life I Gained From Dying

Chapter 38 - The Gate of Pride Part II

"Peace isn't made by just one person. It takes the willingness to cooperate from everyone. If there was someone capable of bridging a path that should allow peace to be a possibility for these two nations, I believe that person would be you, Jayson." Tamara exclaimed.

An incapacitated Jayson slowly began to regain consciousness as he awoken in a strange place. The first thing he realized was that his broken and battered body had been fully healed, and he was no longer in the ravine he had fallen in. He was under a cozy patio like structure made from timber and thatch.

"Sayu!" Jayson exclaimed as he shot up from the grass bed he was laying on.

A surge of energy rushed into his rejuvenated body, prompting him to run out from under the patio. Jayson only made it two steps out before an ice spike erupted from the ground, stopping just a few inches short of his neck.

"Where are you rushing off to!?" A guy's voice asked from above Jayson.

"Where am I?" Jayson questioned.

"No questions until you answer mine outsider!"

"I don't have time for this, I need to make my way to Aestus now."

"Huh, Aestus? Why do you 'need' to go to our capital?"

"It doesn't concern y-"

Before he could finish that statement, Jayson realized that the spark gloves that he used to create flames with weren't on his hands. Once noticing that, he immediately tapped on his pockets to ensure that the lighter with the message was still there, but it wasn't.

"Where's my stuff?" Jayson asked with growing frustration.

"Your belongings are safe." Another voice said from behind the first stranger.

A tall woman with short black hair walked up to the edge of the ledge right next to the first stranger.

"Why is it that you need to go to Aestus? What business do you have there?" She questioned.

"...I was sent here to deliver a message to the Elder's. That lighter you took from me contains the message."

"So you ARE from Ignus."

"Please, it's really important that I deliver that message as soon as possible. I mean no harm." Jayson pleaded.

The two strangers glanced at each other briefly with skepticism all over the young man's face.

"What's your name?" The woman asked.

"Jayson Hillinger."

"My name is Trill, and this is Tarver."

"Wait, Trill? Does the name Noya mean anything to you?" Jayson questioned.

Her eyes widened in response to hearing that name.

"How do you know her?" Trill asked calmly.

"She helped me out. Afterward, she told me to go to her hometown and ask for someone named 'Trill'. That's you, isn't it?"

"Noya? Isn't that -"

"Quiet." Trill said as she covered Tarver's mouth with her palm.

She sighed heavily while dropping her head and closing her eyes briefly.

"That girl's going to get me in trouble." She mumbled. "Jayson, was it? Follow me."

"Wait, Trill! Is that it!?" Tarver exclaimed as he followed after her.

Jayson was slightly confused by their reaction but didn't ponder about it for too long. He jumped and pulled himself up onto the ledge and followed behind the two.