Blood of the Merciless

Chapter Twenty-Five

FINAL ACT: Adhu Aqua

25.

Ashe had been standing next to her horse, in front of her had been tall mountains. Not as tall as Versus. If anything these mountains had been dwarves compared to Versus. Behind her had been the town of Isern. The tall building in the middle makes certain that you would never miss it. Florian had been laying on the floor. He was breathing softly. The young boy who said that his name was Everard had also been on the floor, resting as he said. They spoke a little on the way to the mountain base. He had said that he was a healer from Meinspir, that he was in Isern to try and heal Chapman from an incurable disease. She was not certain she believed the boy but she had no reason to not trust him as well. And it seemed that he was responsible for keeping Florian alive. That was all she wished for. She was speechless when she saw the state he had been in. She wished that she had been the one that had been sent to the factory instead. She knew Alaric would have never allowed her to go. She was cut from her thoughts when she heard a horse gallop towards them. She tightened her grip on her spear. She heard Everard shuffle on the floor. Once she saw the figures on top of the horse, she smiled. Alaric rode in front and Savia had a tight hold on him. She looked terrified. The look on Savia's face made Ashe chuckle. The horse stopped in front of them. Alaric got off first and helped Savia down. Now that Savia had been back on the ground her expression went neutral. Ashe walked up to her.

"Not accustomed to riding horses?" Ashe asked.

Ashe expected Savia not to answer.

"No."

Ashe's eyes went wide when she heard her voice. She almost jumped and hugged the woman but she chose not to. She realised the woman would probably not like that. Instead, she smiled at Savia. To her surprise, the woman gave her a small smirk.

"Do not worry, I was the same way when I rode the first time."

This time Savia did not respond. Ashe did not mind it. She had made precious progress.

"My name is Ashe, I am Alaric's little sister."

Savia was silent before she spoke. "Savia."

"Nice to meet you Savia. And thank you for taking care of Alaric. I know he can be stubborn."

Savia looked at her dumbfounded. Savia mumbled something but Ashe could not hear it. She asked for Savia to repeat it but she never did. Ashe's concentration turned to Alaric who walked up to Everard.

"Stand up, boy. We have no time to rest." Alaric grabbed Florian and hoisted him over his shoulders.

"I am no boy, my name is Everard."

Alaric just glanced at him. "Whatever you say, boy." "Heal while we climb."

Everard had a sour expression.

"You know what I do?"

Alaric did not turn to face him, instead, he began to walk up the narrow pathway of the mountain. The green liquid formed from Everard's chest once again.

"Desano, a small group of casters that reside in Meinspir. The rarest type of casting available in all of Hominus. You can heal most illnesses. The amount of Desano that exists is a mere one in ten million," Alaric spoke with no emotion. The rest of the group followed behind him. She was exhausted but kept moving. Her eyes were getting progressively heavier as they climbed.

Alaric seemed to notice this. "We will rest, once we are further away from Isern."

Ashe nodded at him.