A Myriad of Mysteries

08

Eirisinia opened her eyes to the dying embers of their fire. She bolted up upon realizing that she was alone.

"Where are they?" She asked the dead night.

"Reiynia left and Reyzenar followed her," the dagger responded.

"Why did you not wake me up?" She fumed.

"I tried but you were ignoring me."

A deep silence fell upon them.

"Are you not going after them?" The dagger asked.

"No," she stared at the dying embers of the fire. Her head rested on her arms which rested on her knees.

Her eyes reflected the orange glints of burned wood. A moment of silence before the squeal of a boar was heard followed by a shout.

She lifted her head and as she did a scream followed once again.

"Argh!"

"Are you not going to check if that person needs help?" The dagger intruded.

"Why would I?" She responded.

"That person might need help, besides, imagine if your situations were reversed and..."

"Enough," she interrupted the dagger. "I already know what you are going to say so I do not want to hear it."

She ran to the west where the sound seemed to originate. She crunched through countless leaves and broke a dozen twigs. She was behind a bush when she saw a faint glowing orb of light.

A conjurer...?

At that moment, dawn started to break. The conjurer was of small stature. His hair was short and messy. His limbs looked weak and frail. He was only a boy afterall.

Eirisinia stayed hidden, waiting for what is to come. A marticule was attacking him. It took the appearance of a wild boar with saber tooth fangs, bat wings, and a rounded ram's horn.

As she stood frozen in place, the Marticule flew high into the air and attempted to slam the boy with it's iron body.

He got up and lights appeared from his hands. He was about to conjure something when he fell to the ground. He used his elbow to hoist up his body but he failed and fell again.

When Eirisinia looked closely, she noticed that his right foot was bleeding. A deep long breath entered her lungs before she ran and jumped in front of the boy.

He was surprised by her sudden appearance that he backed himself away from her using both of his hands, planting each finger on the ground.

She stared at him before grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the marticules trajectory. She saved him by a hair.

The beast rammed into the ground and burried its sharp teeth on the loamy earth. The creature struggled to pull out from the ground. Meanwhile, Eirisinia ripped her cloak and covered the boy's injured foot.

"Stand up and run," she demanded fixing her eyes on the beast who was about attack once it got free.

The boy stood up but as soon as he took a step he tripped and planted his face on some fallen leaves.

This boy is useless!

"He is injured after all," the dagger began. "What if you carry him on your back? You will escape faster that way."

What?! I refuse to do such a thing!

"But you are both still in trouble if you refuse to do so."