Chapter Twenty One

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Howl's POV

    Artemis will waken, shortly. The short term sleeping spell I put on her won't last long. I wouldn't have normally pulled that kind of stunt, but the poor girl is obviously going through a lot lately. My everlasting question: Why was it the energy rune that took such a big toll on her?

    "I don't know. I don't understand girls or women," Markl complains.

    "My theory is that Artemis was already so drained that drawing energy physically would not work and the rune backfired," I conspire with the younger boy.

    "No matter. As long as the backfiring doesn't cause short term memory loss," he states.

     "What are you worried Artemis will forget about?" I couldn't help it. Curiousity tends to get the best of me!

    "She could forget that I don't like fish or potatos," Markl states, as if it were the most blatant fact of life. That is Markl's way of life though. I supress my eyerolls to the best of my abilities, before striding past the boy.

    "Where are you going?" Markl asks.

    "I am going to go . . . pick a few things up at the market," I word carefully.

    "If Artemis wakes up and is angry, I am blaming you! I was so not he one to put her under a short term  sleeping spell!"

    "Very well," I nip the boy's rant off at the bud.

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    I walk straight passed the market, knowing I should grab Salmon or bacon later on, just so that Markl does not question me. I have really set out to get healing supplies, and the word of an old friend. I rap on the solid door, madde of the richly colored mahagony that Mellach prefers.

    "Who is there?" Mellach croaks gruffly, opening the door about an inch. I shove my hand through the gap to show him my silver ring with the red jewel. "Howl!" Mellach expresses little excitement in his tone, but I know that he must miss me, deep down.

     Mellach welcomes me in, extending one his muscular black clad arms. Then he punches e in the face, and blood trickles from my nose.

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