Amnesia

Chapter 18 Sébastien

We had one day of traveling left. Well a day and a half. Maybe more if Jefferson does not hurry up with whatever the Hell he is doing. All he said was that he would be right back and vanished into the woods.

Grey was beyond mad. He was furious. He wanted to get to ACCA as soon as possible and Jefferson was preventing it with his delayed return to the group. Now I know why most people here hate him.

However, we finally made it to England. I found it was not much different than France. The countryside was pretty much the same. The woods were identical as well. I found England had a lot less colour though. I liked it.

The sky was always overcast, grey clouds looming above us as we rode... er waited as of right now. The plants had drab colour as well as the slight light that made it's way through the clouds. It seemed to be a very monochrome country.

Octavius was not liking this extended period of nothing. He kept trying to walk, which then proceeded to force me to yank his reins to stop him. Apple chuckled a bit at my horse's uneasiness. I shot her a look, which only made her laugh more.

"Amiot! Control your horse!" Grey called out.

"I am trying to, he just will not listen," I grumbled.

"It is alright, Sébastien. If Jefferson is not back soon, we will leave without him."

"Can we?"

"I am sure that Grey will love to do just that."

I smiled, biting back a laugh of my own. I was just about to call out to Grey and ask if we could just leave Jefferson behind when he emerged from the woods. My shoulders slumped as he climbed back on his horse, Levi, and we were able to begin riding again.

"We will have to travel fast if we want to get to ACCA on time. We will have to canter," Grey stated.

We all said words of agreement before making our horses go the fastest we have gone ever during this trip. I leaned close to Octavius' neck, trying to keep clear of low hanging branches as well as keeping balance.

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"I think this time, you should collect firewood," Apple said to Angel.

"Why?"

"Everytime I go, you and Sébastien get to bickering. This is the only solution we have."

"I am not sure that is the only solution."

"It is the only one I am going to consider. Now, go on and get firewood. Sébastien and I will set up camp."

Prince of Hell grumbled something incoherent and vanished into the horde of trees. Apple and I worked side by side to create leaf cushions to sleep on and setting the blankets out to keep us warm.

After we were done, Demon Breath was still not back yet. Apple walked over to Enoch, grabbing a bottle of white wine and two cups out of her pack. She brought it over to me and poured the wine into the cups, handing one to me.

I took a sip and shuddered. English wine must be different than French wine. This seems more bitter than what I am used to. Apple downed hers pretty quick. I looked at her in awe.

"What?" She questioned.

"You downed a glass of the bitterest wine in the world."

"It is not that bitter. It is quite good."

"It is a lot more bitter than I have ever had."

"Well, this is the first time you ever drank English wine. I am sure it tastes much different than French wine due to different climates."