The next days was eerily silent for the brigade. No one said a single word. The exit of Kent's borderline is in sights. Smiling, A few cadets ran to the neutral, but vast fields.
"This used to be a vibrant valley." Vasilissa suddenly spoke. "But it was used as burning places for Alchemists. It still mentained some of its beauty. But it's still basically destoryed by a fire."
"I see." Harold replied. Imagining a vibrant valley in place of the half burnt wasteland.
"Men, Find us a decent place to camp." Vasilissa ordered.
The men patiently combed the area.
"But we recently camped." Harold argued
"That 'recent' of yours was five days ago. We combed the entire forrest. We need to stay put and review our plan. Unless you would like to be attack by vicious wild animals out there." Vasilissa stated. "This valley may been habited for years."
Harold had no choice but to agree. The men are exhausted. He could see Vasilissa constantly coughing along the road. She must be exhausted too.
As Harold neared their campsite, Vasilissa tiredly plopped herself near a tent, One of the contraptions the men brought. Since the horses were left at the mid forrest, We had to take it by foot.
As night crackled along the skies. The men created the fire.
"I shall retire now." Vasilissa stated as she wobbly stood up.
As she unstably walked. I stood up and took her arm to mine. As we . . . walked side by side to the tent.
"Im fine. Thank you for escorting me."
"The thanks are all mine"
Unkown to Harold, Vasilissa is sick with a fever. As Vasilissa concealed her coughing fits well.
YOU ARE READING
Stella Cadente
AdventureIN the land of Kent, The people desperately starves for salvation in the plague running rampant in their sleeves. Until they rest their hopes in the Stella Cadente shooting across the dark sky.
