Grasping Fate [F2R Book 2]

Chapter Eight

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Grasping Fate

Chapter 8

"Every act of creation is all an act of destruction."

Seto hasn't moved from Tyler's side since he and Alesa were allowed to visit him. He nodded whenever anyone spoke to him but he wasn't listening.

What kind of cruel joke was this... After finally regaining his magic because he faced the emotion that caused him to lose it, he finds that very emotion threatening hims once more.

Fear.

Fear of losing once again, someone close to him.

Seto wished he knew what had happened and why, but he was to grief stricken to listen to the villagers explanations. Tyler's usually goofy smile was tightened into a pained expression. He was sweating and never resting ash he constantly twisted and turned and groaned. Every now and then Seto's thoughts would be interrupted by Tyler's sudden throat-rattling coughs and someone within the building rushing immediately over to Tyler's side as he wheezed and hacked.

Why did this happen? He was fine, all he did was fall. Had the unfamiliar climate given Tyler some nasty bug?

It didn't seem very likely that all of a sudden Tyler would be rendered to this ill shape so quickly, there had to be some other unnatural explanation.

"Seto, may I speak to you?" Seto looked up from his daze, his purple eyes bloodshot and puffy. It was the Kulnak, it seemed news had reached him and he returned to the village after Seto had left him.

Seto simply stood up and walked over to the Kulnak, he moved almost like a ghost. His feet hardly left the ground, and he hardly moved any other body part as he left the room Tyler was in.

"It seems our sorcerers have determined the problem, if you care to know what it is," Seto made the faintest of nods, the thin, old man nodded, "Your friend has what is known as Dragon Sickness."

Seto felt like he's heard of that somewhere, "He is a second generation, at least one parent had the sickness before him before passing it down at birth to him also...However, it seems his case is unusual..., it's developing faster than it should, which is impossible. Your friend is dying long before he even should."

Seto trembled, he felt his heart drop and a foul taste fill his mouth. He didn't want to hear anymore, without another word he walked passed the Kulnak, out into the open snow. He hugged his hood and cloak tightly around him. Alesa had given it back to him after buying herself a Vragan cloak.

The sky was growing darker, night was fast approaching, if he wasn't careful he'd wind up surrounded by mobs. Vragan was a small kingdom, not very rich either, they didn't have the money for Spawn Regulators.

"Seto," Seto didn't look up as he heard Retro's voice, "Look, I know you are upset, and everyone else has just about given up on your friend, but that is because no one is willing to risk a cure on a stranger."

"A cure? There is a cure and no one is doing anything about it!" Seto hissed.

"Yes...but in order to get the cure, a sacrifice must be made..., I'm telling you this because you're the closest to him, you're probably the only one who is willing to make a sacrifice.

Seto looked up to Retro, "What do I have to do, please tell me!" He begged, he was losing it. He was losing Tyler as each moment passed.

Retro sighed, "The price will probably be big, I'm not sure what you'll have to pay. The Nyx will take was he deems equal. As to where to go, head north to the mountain's base. If you pray to the Nyx, perhaps he may answer your call, this is all the advice I can offer you. I know nothing more."