It was hard to ignore the pain as he ran, dodging the bullets and imitating Vivia. She did it better than him; he assumed that she'd already survived a few attacks.
She pulled him away from the last bullet, and he finally saw the flames a little better.
"Thanks," he coughed up.
"You're welcome. Now we're alone."
"I'm sorry..." He said upon realizing that it was his fault.
"You're sorry? Dude, you're the only innocent one alive."
"What about you?"
"I make sky dust," she cracked up. "That's dangerous."
He laughed along with her, but it was difficult. Grief was creeping up.
"Anyway, we can't stay here for long, can we?"
"No," Vivia got serious. "We have sky dust to protect."
"You've saved some?"
She nodded, pulling up the pouch.
"I constantly turned it away from the bullets. It's a miracle that this pouch survived."
"Well, then, it's a treasure."
"Indeed. We have to keep it safe," she started walking away. Spencer understood that it would have been wiser to start doing it earlier; the enemies were too close.
"Where will we go, then?"
"First, to Casep, but we can't stay there for long. They will come soon, so tomorrow morning we'll have to leave quickly," Vivia tied the sky dust to her belt, closing the pouch as tightly as she could. Spencer reached his hand out to help, but she shook her head.
"Alright. Then what?"
"We'll decide. But to be honest, I don't think we can stay anywhere for long. It's a full-scale war, and we are part of it."
Spencer started pacing faster as the lake showed up.
"How long is the way?"
"Quite long. We'd usually ride by carriage. Fadessa has given us some good ones."
"But now they're destroyed," he sighed.
"Yes. But assuming that we don't make any stops, we'll make it slightly before sunset."
"And then... you can gather sky dust, right?"
"I'll try to. When there's a disaster, it can damage some sky dust. In Casep, most of it has probably been destroyed."
"Is there a map we can get?"
"I'll try to dig one up. Either way, it's gonna be a little clumsy," she giggled. "We aren't really good artists."
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Sky Dust
FantasySpencer's family of scholars has always been fascinated by the Dapheni, a race that populates the icy desert of the North. Dapheni, people with white hair and black eyes, are said to be able to make magical devices powered by the dust they find in t...
