misery

trouble

The next day, Acchillaen went to an important check-up. As he arrived at the healer's quarters, he saw another Voltaris warrior, Tharos, sitting on the bed  with a broken arm, clearly in pain. The healer, a stern-faced woman named Plofgr, glanced between Acchillaen and Tharos, knowing she had to prioritize.

"Acchillaen needs this check-up," Plofgr said, her voice firm. "His condition is critical for the future of our clan."

Tharos winced but nodded, understanding yet frustrated. "But my arm-"

"I'm sorry, Tharos," Plofgr interrupted, "but Acchillaen can't wait."

Acchillaen, feeling the weight of the clan's growing resentment, hesitated. "Maybe I can wait. Tharos needs immediate attention."

But Plofgr shook her head. "No. You need this now. We can't risk anything with your condition."

Reluctantly, Acchillaen entered the healer's room, leaving Tharos outside, his face a mask of pain and resignation. He wasn't comfortable with Tharos being in the room during his check-up, adding another layer of discomfort to the situation.

Later, Ingressuss went looking for Tharos, concerned about his injury. He found him in a dimly lit corner of the stronghold, being tended to by other Voltaris warriors with makeshift supplies. Tharos was clearly in pain, his arm poorly bandaged with what little they had.

"Tharos," Ingressuss began, stepping forward. "Let me help."

But the warriors around Tharos turned away, their faces hard and unyielding. They wouldn't meet Ingressuss's eyes, their silence a loud statement of their discontent. Tharos looked up, his expression a mix of pain and disappointment.

"We're managing," Tharos said through gritted teeth. "We'll get by."

Ingressuss's heart sank. The divide within the clan was growing deeper, and their trust in him was waning. "Please, let me help. I didn't realize things had gotten this bad."

One of the warriors, a young woman named Lyra, finally spoke up, her voice cold. "You've been so focused on Acchillaen that you've forgotten the rest of us. We're all suffering, Ingressuss."

"I'm doing everything I can," Ingressuss replied, his voice breaking. "I care about all of you. This isn't easy for any of us."

But Lyra turned away, and the other warriors followed her, their backs to Ingressuss. Tharos looked away, his pain mirrored in the faces around him.

Ingressuss stood there, feeling more isolated than ever. The weight of leadership had never felt heavier. He knew he had to find a way to bridge the gap between caring for Acchillaen and ensuring the well-being of the rest of the clan.

That night, Acchillaen found Ingressuss on the balcony again, staring into hailstone but it wasnt hailstone any more ,lava,voltairs and netherns roamed more fdeely than the citizens and Ingressuss knew it clear,"love?" he said softly. "I heard about Tharos. I didn't want this I never wanted to cause so much pain."

Ingressuss turned, his face drawn with worry and exhaustion. "It's not your fault, Acchillaen. This situation is beyond any of us,We just have to keep going, find a way to make things right."

Acchillaen stepped closer, taking Ingressuss's hand. "We'll figure it out. Together. We have to."

Ingressuss nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Yes. Together."

As they stood on the balcony, the night around them felt a little less daunting. They knew the road ahead would be difficult, but they were determined to face it side by side, drawing strength from each other and their shared commitment to their people.
The next day, a Voltaris named Darian was assigned to assist Acchillaen with his daily needs while Ingressuss was out attending to other clan matters. Darian, though initially reluctant, performed his duties with quiet efficiency, ensuring Acchillaen was comfortable and had everything he needed.