Lylas was plagued by a terrible fever for the rest of the night and Alana stayed up all night trying to nurse him back to health. He had woken up every three hours, hallucinating that she was that woman. Alana bore it and told herself to play the role. If she wanted him healthy again. She had to appease him.
Two more days of this and still Lylas wasn't getting better. Alana was besides herself. She didn't know what to do. She was stranded in that island of nowhere with him. He was also her only means of transport and communication. How could she alert anyone for help?
She didn't have any powers to contact anybody outside of this lone island.
Alana cried with anxiety, until finally, like a literal beacon from heaven, Derak broke and entered Lylas's seal that was surrounding and protecting the island.
"Derak, oh thank god, you've come! He's unwell and I don't know what to do!" Alana cried as she ran up to him. He was brushing off golden dust on his shoulders.
Although she had barely spoke to Derak since first time meeting him, although they were barely acquainted. Alana felt desperate as she grabbed on to him.
Derak held her weak body, his jaw clenching before calming.
"Take me to him."
And so Alana took him to asses Lylas whom was still slumbering as if dead on their bed.
Alana stood anxiously watching as Derak examinined him. Checking his pulse and breathing and using magic to check his vitality.
A bright golden light shone from Lylas's forehead, blinding Alana's iris. It was as if she was staring directly at the sun and so on reflex Alana closed her eyes and looked away.
"Can't believe he's been at that place again!" Derak muttered to himself in derision, making Alana open her eyes again. "I clearly told him it would be dangerous going against heaven's will!"
"What place?" Alana asked, pleadingly. "What happened to him."
Derak stared at Alana, his eyes filled with pity. He appreciated the efforts the mortal tried in nursing him, but this affected her health more than Lylas. Then he shook his head to answer her.
"Derak, tell me! I want to know...If he's truly hurt I'm willing to stay with him even I have to nurse him for the rest of my life." She demanded weakly.
Seeing her this way, Derak was moved. He wondered when she last slept.
"Lylas will be fine, he's strong, he will recuperate soon enough. I'm more worried about the health of yours and your child's. When did you last sleep, Alana?" He asked.
"I couldn't sleep. I was worried." Alana stared at Lylas, hauntedly reliving the last two days.
"Alana think about the baby, you need to be healthy in order for the baby to be healthy."
"Derak, I know you're trying to steer me from knowing what happened to him, but I can handle it. Tell me." She pleaded once more.
"Alright. I'll tell you... I'll tell you." He relented.
Seeing her anticipated expression, Derak sighed.
"Alana, you know it well, that if it came to it, whom Lylas would willingly lose all his powers for."
Alana pressed her lips. She understood instantly, there was only one woman in his heart. Lylas would willingly lose all of his powers for that woman if it came to it.
"No one knows this except the people involved...but this idiot of a man to this day is still preserving Naala's body. For the past fifteen thousand years in every thirty years he's been visiting the underworld to draw in heavenly aura so Naala's body can receive cultivation." Derak explained.
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IMMORTAL LOVE | one
Fantasy[ BOOK ONE of The Immortal Series] Alana has always felt there was something about the dreams she had that were different from normal. That's why she tried so hard to paint them...maybe getting them out there will keep these nightmarish monsters and...
