The Untamed 2: The Unlikely Hero -Book 1-3

28. The Past

THE PAST

Huang Jin led them to the spring. She had had a quick conversation with Chang Su and Nie Huaisang letting them know what she was about to do. Ok, it hadn't been quick.

Nie Huaisang had at first told her that, "there was absolutely no way he would allow this," and "I absolutely forbid it." But after a long talk and much arguing, Huang Jin had made it clear that either she tried this, or she would leave Huaisang to never return, and she would ultimately find another way, with or without his permission. A much more dangerous way that would most likely lead to her death anyway.

Nie Huaisang had finally caved in knowing that no matter his reservations, she really would keep her word and leave forever.

Chang Su had sat relatively quiet throughout the conversation, annoyance clearly on his face. His only response was to wish her luck before she had left. If he had said more he wouldn't have been able to stop and probably would have said something he would have regretted later.

They had hastily left, and none of them said anything on the way to the spring. Lan Wangji followed Wei Wuxian closely, his hands were white knuckled on the sheath of his sword, his eyebrows scrunched in frustration.

Huang Jin could tell that he was torn on this. To be truly honest so was she.

"Huang Jin?"

Wei Wuxian tapped her on the shoulder, and she hadn't even realized that they had made it to the base of the beautiful spring.

"Oh. I-I am sorry. I got distracted." Huang Jin smiled reassuringly at him.

Lan Wangji's eyebrows knitted together even further. If that was even possible at this point.

Wei Wuxian made his way over to the lip of the small pool and sat down, crossing his legs, and settling into a comfortable position. Lan Wangji stuck close to him and ended up against a wall, trying to stay out of the way but still close enough if he was needed. He was untrained in this type of thing and all he could do was offer physical aide if needed. He held the Chenqing in his hand, ready to ring a small bell that had been placed on the end.

They both stared intently at Huang Jin who was nervously shuffling her feet, while her own hand tightened and untightened on the hilt of her sword. She looked at Wei Wuxian's determined face and couldn't help but relax a little.

He looked utterly ready to do this, he would risk his life for hers in this moment, without a second thought. What a beautiful person he was truly inside and out. If this worked, she would owe him everything.

Alright let's do this.

Huang Jin sat down in front of him and held out her hands. Her hazel eyes locking with Wei Wuxian's.

"You ready?" He asked a reassuring smile on his lips.

Huang Jin breathed in deeply. In, then out, and nodded her head, reaching for his and locking her hands around his wrist and him doing the same to hers.

Wei Wuxian nodded back, and the last thing she heard was his soft voice, echoing through her ear drums, she never saw his lips move yet she clearly heard him. "Focus." A split second later her mind seemed to melt, as he activated something in her brain.

Fog, all she saw was a thick swirling fog of memories. Hundreds of voices ringing through her ears, like an ocean of noise, running through her brain. She was lost in the overwhelming tide of it all. Her mind tried to make sense of the images and sounds, but they were so many, they all blurred as one.

"Focus." The echoing word in her mind was the only beacon of hope. It was just a tiny whisper in the sea of noise, but it was what she knew she must focus on. The more she did, the louder it became, the fog of images clearing. Focus, focus on what we need to see. You've got this.