As night transitioned into day, the skies cleared up and blue could be seen all around. Tracker and Kydaana were outside talking. Anastasia cleared the breakfast table and Illya helped with the dishes. James was underneath the vehicle, checking the repaired piece. Soon after, James entered the vehicle and stood in the doorway with Anastasia and Illya.
"Thank you, again for helping us last night," said Illya.
"It's all part of our duty," said Tracker.
"We owe you one. It was a pleasure meeting you both. I hope our paths will cross again," said Anastasia.
"Actually," Tracker looked at Kydaana "You want to ask them?"
She nodded.
"Would...would it be alright if we joined you?" she asked.
Anastasia, Illya, and James all looked at each other with a surprised look.
"I understand if you would say no," Kydaana said.
"Just...give us a moment," said Illya.
The trio stepped inside.
"I mean...I don't see why not," said James "Plus I'm sure that if they had tried to kill us, they would have done so already."
"Yes. I agree. They could be helpful in our battles," said Anastasia.
Illya was looking away, not saying anything.
"What do you think Illya?" asked Anastasia.
Illya looked back at them, as if snapping back to reality.
"Oh! Sure!" she said.
"Then its settled," said James.
The three stepped back up.
"Are you two certain you want to join us?" asked Illya.
"Kydaana and I talked for a while about this. I would like to see this God Hunter organization for myself and would it be possible to have help in this region?" Tracker asked.
"Of course. Grandpa will be more than happy to lend a hand here. Are you sure you would want to leave this region despite the Servants causing trouble?" asked Illya.
"Yes. Despite our efforts here, we know we cannot do this alone," Kydaana said.
Illya gave a small smile.
"Welcome aboard."
Tracker and Kydaana entered the vehicle with sacks on their backs from a camp they had nearby. They settled into the spare rooms on the bottom floor. James took his place at the wheel. The vehicle started up and moved. Soon, they were back on the road. From the woods, more wolf Servants watched. One wolf was carrying a wooden staff and wore golden bracers.
"That was the girl, the one Master Xuhyir needs captured. The Elf with the white hair and horns. Let us follow them," growled the wolf.
"Understood, Shaman," replied another.
Anastasia was sitting in her room when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Illya entered.
"Can we talk Ana?" she asked.
"Of course. Have a seat." She sat up and patted a spot on the bed next to her.
Illya sat next to her. She looked troubled.
"What is wrong?" Anastasia asked.
"Sorry I was hesitant earlier when we were deciding to let them join us," said Illya.
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God Hunter
ФэнтезиMortals were a mistake. They were never meant to exist. After the kidnapping of her family and grave wounding of her father, Illya, an Elf-Demigod warrior, must find a way to save what was taken. If she fails, the Gods' plan of Rebirth will come to...
