Austen tipped the last drop of water from his flask. "Rheye," he complained,"can we go home now?" "No." Came the reply from his brother. "Not until we find the last ingredient for the cure." The twins' mother had been ill lately, and their dad had agreed to find the cure. Along the way, they had encountered a stubby, square like being that answered to the name Holgez.
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"Rheye, dad!" Austen screamed. "I smell chicken!" Rheye and Haruki immediately turned their heads at the mention of decent food. "Oh, Austen," Haruki said, "if what you say is true, then we better go find it! Austen raced off into the distance in seach of the peculiar smell. "Wow," Rheye remarked, " he actually DID smell chicken! The two went running after their companion. After a few minutes of running, a small hut appeared on the horizon. The group increased their speed and raced toward the hut. They knocked on the door, and a friendly looking woman who looked in her forties came to the door. But there was something im her eyes that made Rheye and Austen uneasy. Haruki, however, walked straight in. The twins shared a glance then stepped in.
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The hut looked magical. Adorned with a countless amount of pictures, it brought them deep into Holgez's deepest memories. There was a picture of a small boy hugging her. "Was that your son?" Austen questioned, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Well, he WAS, and when he passed away I began learning the ancient healing arts." Holgez answered. "THE ANCIENT HEALING ARTS?"
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"We can use it to help Milna!" Austen exclaimed."Yes Austen!" We can use this to save my wife!" "Your wife?" Holgez remarked. "Why isn't she here?" "She is suffering a terrible illness. The village healer told is to gather ingredients. She said it was just the flu. We'll be going now."
