Tyler Harisson Chronicles: The Gryphon's Sacred Blood

Chapter 32: All You Need is Wine

Hannah was preoccupied.

Few moments passed, and Tyler couldn't stand her bugged face anymore.

"Is everything all right?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"I... Yeah. I was just... Never mind. I just need some sleep." She lied.

He knew there was something up. He didn't know much about her, but it would be rude to ask about her past since he heard that her memory was stolen or something. So, he decided not to bring that one up.

"Tyler," Pothos flew beside him. Unbothered of the cold winds. His curly hair ruffled by the soft evening breeze. "Spain is not far from Italy. The third and the last piece of the key would be somewhere around there."

Tyler nodded. He knew that their quest wasn't easy at all. The directions were very vague, and his fighting skills weren't flourished and refined. Unlike Amber, Hannah, and Pothos, he was still chosen by the prophecy to be the child that could either save or raze the world. Humans, gods, and wizards.

"Tyler. I need you to go without me." Hannah said flatly. Tyler flinched.

"Wh-what? Why? You can't leave us like this. We're a team. Don't you remember?" Amber exclaimed.

"I know. But..." She paused before letting out a long, deep sigh of disappointment. Her shoulders were lame, and her sight fixed on her hands gripped around her broomstick.

"Hannah," Tyler called her softly. Enough to let her know he cared about her sentiments. "I understand what you feel. But, we need to keep our goals straight. Hannah, look—" He reached out his hand and slowly, Hannah turned her melancholic gaze up to him, her eyes washed by the silvery lights of the moon, sucking everything that passes through her sad, deep eyes.

"You- You don't understand. All my life, I've..." She paused. Biting her lips. Her eyes were reddening, bulging with tears. "I- I don't even know how old I am who and where in Tartarus my parents are. Are they still alive? Am I a demigod? A witch? I don't know."

"Hannah-"

"Do not interrupt me, please."

"Alright."

"Tyler," She reached for his hands and pressed.

"I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't be doing this." tears trickled down on her face.

"It's okay. You don't have to apologise. As I said, I completely understand. But, let's finish our quest first, and I promise you that we will find your past. We will restore your memories." He promised. He cracked a small smile and waited for Hannah to meet his eyes again.

"Thanks, Tyler." She met his eyes. "No doubt. You're a son of Love. Well, at least I hope you know that I have a slight crush on you, eh?" She wiped her nose.

Tyler felt relieved. He smiled back at her and squeezed her hands. Her eyes were still sad, but she managed to crack a joke and smile despite her identity crises. Tyler appreciated her courage.

"Yeah. Yeah. Please, promise me we'll finish this quest together. And I will promise you that we will get your memories back."

"Yeah. Thanks." She wiped her eyes and pulled her strings. She made a little shake and composed herself back. "So, do you have any idea where exactly we are heading?"

Her question caught Tyler off guard. He doesn't know where they will be heading too. But he trusts the keys and the words of Noble Naflamuss. He told them it would guide them. Since from the beginning of their quest, they were struggling so much on how they'd keep up. The directions were such a blur. He quite understood why maybe because even Naflamuss himself wasn't ready for the unexpected catastrophe that the Strifwick and the world were facing.