Phrocylan & The Juruviates | The spirit of the Tree Book 0.1 (1)

5; The Camp is definitely Safe

--Cylla--

"Hm, it seems to me he's progressing more quickly than I realized." Nyacin wondered aloud. Cylla was impatiently waiting for what to do. "What do we do?" Cylla asked, with a bit of hope in her eyes.

"Well, you two need to stay together, of course. You need to train him." Nyacin ordered. Cylla blushed without realizing, then quickly looked away so he couldn't see. Nyacin chuckled. "Cylla, I believe you have work to do?"

"Y-yes, Nyacin." Cylla ran off and began thrashing around campers, ordering them to train, build, and not stick pencils into each other's coffee. 

Phro would still be in the armory, snoring away most of the day. As much as Cylla wanted to check up on him, she had other tasks to do.

As she was overlooking the making of the new armory with Agasthus and Veemo, she noticed someone standing off to the side, leaning on a newly grounded pole. She looked back at Agasthus and Veemo and decided it was okay to leave them alone for a while.

She made her way to the edge of the clearing, and saw Phro leaning on a pole shaft. He looked better than before, but still a bit woozy and near-dead. He looked at me with a grim and sad expression, as if he'd had nightmares... Oh.

"Cylla." He said in a tone that was hard to read. "What should I do?"

"Y-You should rest." Cylla said quickly. She was not letting him work with such conditions. "You're not going to work. You need more rest, and your training will start when you're rea-" Her lecture was cut short by a sharp whiz past her head. Her eyes widened as she realized that was the trail of an arrow, straight towards...

She looked back at Phro, but instead of the arrow being impaled on his chest, he was standing there, not hurt at all- at least, not newly hurt. She looked around to see what had happened, and noticed an arrow in his hands... She was pretty sure it hadn't been there before.

"Phro- What.. What the-" Cylla began to say. She took a deep breath. "What happened?"

"Arrow." Phro said, holding up the arrow in his left hand. "Wait... How did I... What happened here-?" And he conveniently fell down on the spot. Cylla rushed forward and caught him before he could impale himself on the arrow, and called for medics.

Agasthus and Veemo came running forward. "What's going o-" They looked at Phro and had puzzled looks in their eyes. "How did he end up here?" Veemo asked. "No time to explain, quick, help me get him to the medics!" Cylla urged them forward.

With a lot of groaning and gasping, they managed to pick him up and plop him down on his bed. Then Cylla's senses went high on alert and she remembered the arrow. "Veemo, tighten up the defenses. Order everyone to be on guard. We have an intruder in camp."

Veemo tensed up, nodded, and ran outside to guard the campers.

Cylla decided it wasn't okay to leave Phro alone for a few days. It was his first time in reality, so his dreams would be connected to the spirits, especially when he's... And his condition wasn't anything he could handle on his own. It was a miracle he was able to get out and block the arrow.