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Chapter Eleven

"We should rest somewhere else, this is not a safe place to stay." Axvel sighed. "We don't have anywhere else to stay, really. That forest does not look very reliable."

The group sat in silence as the wizard and dragon girl was discussing over the future plans.

"We should wait for him to awaken within three more days, but if he does not wake up, we will need to split up." Storm sighed.

"Splitting up..." Axvel looked over at Storm uncertainly.

"We will never make it out of this forest then." Storm protested.

"If we split up it will be harder to find each other."

Storm sighed, speechless, agreeing to his statement.

"How about letting Klapse carry Ixal? I think that is a better idea." Axvel suggested. Storm nodded, "It sounds good. If he does not wake up within three days then we will let Klapse carry Ixal. There will be some risks though."

Axvel eventually agreed after looking over at the senseless man that lay still beside the ablaze fire, the flames flickered and danced about, creating dark shadows that wavered on the soft surface.

Two days had past and there was no sign of Ixal's awakening. The night sky was somber and a full moon shone brightly upon the anxious and cautious group that gazed up at the sky silently, as the autumn leaves fell from their branches, slowly ambling along with the breeze.

The group had dozed off whilst Isri had sat beside Ixal, quietly humming to him.

"Everyone is waiting for your awakening, Ixal. Do not worry or get angry at them, they really care about you."

Isri looked down at her brother as his eyes were still firmly shut, as his pale hair had reflected the moon's light, leaves gradually fell to the ground and they listened to the brittle voice of the wind.

Xenovix's fingers traced over the necklace that was hanging around his neck as he moved himself to a more complacent position. He reached his hands up towards the yellow and blue sky, attempting to move closer to it, but it was all in vain.

He could barely feel the weak wind hitting his hand ever so gently as his eyes closed and he let a small, fluttering leaf land on top of his forehead, but eventually flicking it off since it tickled him uncomfortably. He brought the back of his hand to his face, shading his eyes from the rising sun as he sighed, fiddling with the necklace enlaced between his fingers. He stared at his bruised and dirtied knuckles, standing up eventually and quietly crept to the lake, testing out the water before letting his bare feet slip in. The water was just as cold as before but he had longingly wanted to finally let himself into the cool, clean water.

He glanced back at the site quickly, confirming that no one had been watching as he pulled off his clothing, letting his weak and bony body drop into the water.

He lets the water rush through his skin and sighed in relaxation, even though the overwhelming water froze him.

He suddenly felt an attack right through his chest and he gritted his teeth in pain. It was killing him, he couldn't stand it as he furiously fought against the force in the wild water, his arms waved around clumsily, causing the waves to hit into his face, letting a large amount of cold water into his burning throat, choking, he quickly scrambled to the shore, trying to cough out the inhaled water.

It was his supernatural powers of course. He hasn't used them ever since leaving his mother, afraid of the shouts and protests he would receive from his new acquaintanced people that had surrounded him for the past few months.