As soon as they were well past Wellingworth they set up camp. Italzi was growing anxious about taking the elixir and even more anxious about what her skill will be, it it even worked. If it's dangerous enough to threaten the King it has to be good, she figured.
They set up camp in the woods about a mile away from a small village, just in case something happened to Italzi while she was taking the elixir. Just out of view from the general public.
"Okay, Italzi," began Cindie. "Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," sighed Italzi.
"That's going in the dramatic-quotes-from-Italzi quote book," whispered Alana to Immi.
"Totally," Immi giggled back.
Italzi glared at them and snatched the vile from Cindie. She eyed the liquid for a moment then drank the whole thing. It tasted like mud mixed with rainwater and medicine. Disgusting.
"That was gross," said Italzi.
"Well, at least you didn't, like, pass out or anything," said Cindie.
"Yet," Atlas said, smirking.
"Shut up, Hallow," snapped Italzi.
"Do you feel any different?" asked Immi.
"Aside from the fact that I feel like I'm going to throw up? No," groaned Italzi. "Well, actually I feel lightheaded now..."
"Do we need to go into town?" asked Alana, concerned.
"No, I'm fi-" began Italzi, but then she felt herself toppling over, and the world went dark.
YOU ARE READING
Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
