The journey back to the settlement was much longer than our journey to the Pass. Two of the physician's apprentices were too badly injured and did not survive and there were plenty of gashes and a few broken bones to hinder our trudge.
One of them, a mercenary, had to be slung over one of the horses we had acquired in the skirmish. He seemed unhurt, save for a gash on his head. The blood had mixed with the blue stain on his face, turning half of it what could almost be described as a dark purple.
Ada kept her distance, but I always felt her eye on me. She whispered when I was near and I wondered if she was just wary, or she really did know what I wanted to do back at the lake. I wondered if she had raised her suspicions with anyone. I reasoned that she had no proof. But her people trusted her. I needed to be more careful. I was grateful for Clarence and Art's company on the way back to the settlement. Their banter was the comic relief I needed to relax and pretend that I really was one of them. Perhaps I should stop pretending and assimilate?
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Elicerent
FantasiNo one is born. We are all made. You are woken from your slumber on your thirtieth year and programmed with all the knowledge and skills that you need to assimilate into the perfect society. Those who rebel against these ways that protect us from th...
