His eyes cracked open.
llow green light from a star-filled sky filtered through a canopy of trees. It danced with the warm red glow of embers on Dimitrys face. They popped from the fireside. The savory scent of chicken wafted through the air, filling his mouth with saliva and serving as a reminder that life went on.
A tiny weight shifted on his forehead. Golden eyes peered into his. Dumitry!
He smiled at the sight of a faerie whose golden ponytail tickled his nose. I see the Church hasnt squashed you yet.
If you dont hurry and get up, they will.
Dimitry rolled forward. He attempted to push off the ground, but an intense soreness perated his arms, eliciting a pained grimace from his face. A glance at his right palm revealed bulging purple vessels and the imprint of a blue knight on the wrist. That really happened. Again. But what did any of it an?
Who were Dimitry's opponents?
Why did he have a patron?
What did the tracheostomy patient an by 'aberrant route'?
Despite the dream, did Dimitry lay on a forest floor the entire ti?
Steadfast footsteps approached, and the answerless questions swarming his mind receeded.
Saphiria pointed to his arms. Dont push yourself, your circuits are overloaded. Any worse, and you'll need a thaumaturge to treat them.
So that was what those purple vessels were calledcircuits. And how long until they heal?
That depends. Her slender lips curved into a hesitant smile. Do you have any more bridges on your hit list? Ive made food if youre hungry.
Saphirias joke surprised Dimitry. Not only was it unexpected, but it also coaxed beauty from her historically stony face. The collar stole more than just her freedom. I could do with sothing to eat.
Yeah, too! Precious said.
Dont you have leaves to munch on? Dimitry mused as he stood.
Thats the thanks I get for watching over you?
Im sure you nagged all manner of vicious predators into submission.
The faerie landed on his shoulder, her wings jingling like tiny wind chis. Dont forget, you still owe a gift.
Im sure I couldnt even if I wanted to. He placed his hands by the fire to ward off nightti frost. Youll remind every chance you get.
Dimitry glanced at a wide strip of bark carrying a roasted avian. Two of four wings were already missing from a shredded abdon.
Escaping with Saphiria was the right choice. Her ability to forage and improvise in the wilds exceeded his own in every way. The only supplies they had were the clothes on their backs and the stuffed leather bag Dimitry accrued during his ti at the brothel.
The contents wouldnt last long.
Saphiria gently stroked the neck of a black horse. Aerfowl was the best I could prepare given the circumstances.
Dimitry noticed he watched the roasted avian carcass with glazed eyes for far too long. Its not that. It looks delicious. I was just thinking about what to do next. If we stay in the forest, our supplies will run out soon.
The Church is probably searching for us, too.
Makes sense considering what we did.
The girl paused. We should head to Vael to resupply.
That town? He reached for a wing, whose charcoaled skin crumbled under the weight of his fingers. Dont they have a church there? I rember seeing one during our deliveries.
Saphiria pulled the gray-glowing scarf out from beneath her cloak. As long as I keep this hidden, a church that small wont be a problem. Ill enter Vael alone to avoid detection. Zeran patrols from Ravenfall are the real threat. They know what we look like.
Whats the best way to avoid them?
I suggest we stay off the main road and step further into the forest whenever anyone cos near. Few will be able to follow us. Ill handle anyone that does.
Having soone cautious and capable to bounce ideas off of eased the tension in Dimitrys shoulders. He bit into poultry that had a crunchy surface but tender at. Impressive what one could do with just a campfire. Back at the church, he thought Saphiria would stab him to death. Instead, she killed Delphine and was thoughtful enough to prepare a al for him afterward.
Hey, Saphiria.
Yes?
I was wondering, he said between bites, what were you thinking when I wrapped that scarf around your neck?
She sat beside him. I wanted to kill you.
Kill ?
But more than that, I was shocked that soone would assault a bishop. Before I had the chance to act, the collar lost its influence on .
At least sothing worked out.
Saphirias eyebrows furrowed, and her indigo irises stared at the side of his face. That being said, what you did was dangerous, and I cant help but wonder why you risked your life to help .
Dimitry considered lying to her, but there was no pointa perceptive girl like her would see right through him. Having a loud-mouthed faerie nearby didnt increase his odds.
He dropped the aerfowls bones and buried them into the dirt with his boots heel. Id like to say its because Im a good person, but the truth is that I need your help. As you can probably tell, Im not much of a fighter or a survivalist.
Especially with your hands in that pitiful state, Precious chid in.
Saphiria spent a mont in silence. So you wanted to use ?
I prefer to think of it as a trade. If you guide to sowhere far away from Ravenfall, I promise to never bother you again.
I can kill you, steal your supplies, and escape at any mont. You have no reason to trust .
Thats a calculated gamble on my part. Dimitry wiped grease from his hands with a moistened rag. But I have two things working in my favor.
Two?
The first is the fact you risked punishnt to reveal Delphines plans of enslavent to .
And the other?
Dimitry smirked. No one whos as compassionate towards animals as you would hurt soone unless they had to. Well, thats what I think, anyway.
She looked down and away as if in deep contemplation.
He repacked his bag and strapped it over his shoulder.
Theres a third, Saphiria said.
Oh?
She stood and smiled. You never finished telling about your gemstone collection, and I want to tell you about the waterwheel-powered blast furnace bellows back ho.
A chuckle escaped Dimitry. Id love to hear all about it. Im sure therell be plenty of ti to talk.
They left their camping spot and journeyed along the forested side of a andering dirt road like Saphiria suggested they should. Although trudging through dense greenery slowed travel, trees and bushes provided cover from Church patrols. They werent uncommon. Dimitry occasionally saw them while delivering butchered corpses for Delphine. In groups of four, two armored male equestrians rode ahead of two robed won, eyes scouring every direction.
Tonight, however, the patrols were more frequent. Saphiria was right to err on the side of caution. Fortunately, not having to haul around a cart full of cadavers hastened their pace.
Julia carried them half of the ti. According to Precious, upholding two passengers at once for extended periods irritated the black horse, so they alternated between riding and walking instead. By the next days afternoon, they reached Vaels new bridge.
The structure, composed of rough hemp ropes and crude log beams, traversed a shallow ravine. It swung side to side and bobbed up and down with the slightest movent. Such a shoddy bridge made one feel as though any step could be their last. After coaxing a mortified Julia across, the group stood on the towns outskirts, far from wandering eyes.
Food, water, warm socks, and gloves, Saphiria said. Will we need anything else from the market?
Fent! Precious shouted.
Fent?
Dimitry shook his head. Its kind of her thingjust one will last her an eternity. I know its a bother, but do you mind?
With a contemplative frown, Saphiria examined the faerie. Why? Will it brew ale for us?
Do I look like a brewer to you? I just rescued you from being so ladys pet. Show so respect, hussy.
Stroking his chin, Dimitry now understood why the inns and markets of Ravenfall stocked a lon that tasted like crap: it was an interdiary ingredient in producing alcoholic beverages. He wondered how much concentrated ethanol a single fruit could create. The knowledge might help when he established a clinic eventually.
The more fent we feed Precious, he said, the less shell talk. Isnt that best for everyone involved?
A feeble pinch massaged his earlobe.
Saphiria smiled. In that case, Ill make sure to buy lots.
Dimitry couldnt suppress his laughter.
Fine. Next ti you two are on the verge of lifelong slavery, dont count on my help. Ill sit there and laughjust like this: Hahahaha!
Disregarding Precious adorable threat, Saphiria glanced at the empty sheath strapped to her pants. I need a new dagger. I left mine in Ravenfall.
Correction, you left it inside a ladys throat.
Im going. After shooting a lethal glare at the faerie, Saphiria walked away. She stopped to pat the sides of her cloak as if looking for her car keys and twitched back. Her red face said it all.
Dimitry held out a small pouch that jingled with over a dozen coins. Would one gold be enough?
I think so. Sorry.
He pressed a gold gadot into Saphirias palm and smiled. Its not like I gave you ti to prepare before the incident at the church. I saw your skill with daggers, so dont be afraid to spend as much as you think you need.
Thank you.
By the way, Dimitry said, you ntioned a temporary shelter on the way here. Normally I wouldnt mind waiting here for you, but soone might see loitering so close to town.
She pointed alongside the river. Follow the trail, then head right at the second crossroads. Theres a barn in an abandoned village not far away. Youll be out of sight of patrols.
Got it.
And dont forget to feed Julia. Anywhere with grass will do.
I wont. She deserves sothing for her trouble.
Saphiria nodded and left for the market square.
Hey. Precious tugged on his tunic. What if she ran away with the money?
Dimitry stepped around a ditch containing a dark, rancid mixture. He wanted to trust Saphiria, but this cutthroat world necessitated constant caution. Thats why I keep you around. Whats your professional opinion?
Hmm aside from sha and fear and disdain for , I dont sense much else.
All sensible emotions.
Co on, Julia. Dimitry tugged the black horses reins. The gentle giant exhaled, and her warm breath penetrated his cloak to tickle his neck.
The path they followed ran parallel to the river before swerving into a tiny village whose walls comprised shattered palisades. They barricaded four dilapidated cottages, a chicken coop with a collapsed roof, and a tall barn. A baby basket rotting in dirt hinted that the residents hurriedly fled a decade ago. Or perhaps they never left at all.
Sense anyone? Dimitry asked.
Not really.
What do you an, not really? Either you sense soone or you dont.
Oh, Dumitry. When will you ever learn? Precious pointed to the barn. Theres a large animal there.
Large like a bear?
Whats a bear?
Nothing important, apparently. Wondering what other Earth species didnt exist on this planet, Dimitry creaked open the barns double doors.
Inside, a trough overflowing with brown water from past rainfall bathed a pig. Its alard eyes shot up.
Will that be a problem? Dimitry asked.
Sitting on his shoulder, Precious shrugged. Im only getting a little bit of nervousness. Nothing much in the way of anger. Usually, a wild animal would charge or run away, so Im gonna guess it escaped from so peasants farm.
Julias head peeked past Dimitry to gently snort at their surprise roommate.
The pig grunted back and continued to dig through moist refuse.
Did Dimitry just witness one of natures miracles? Exhaustion from a days hike through bumpy wilderness hills left him too tired to care. He released Julias reins at last and pointed to a massive patch of overgrown grass in the villages center. Hungry?
The horse nudged his shoulder as she pranced forth, but Julia was in no rush to eat. Instead, she rolled in greenery and fell unconscious beside a mossy pole. It seed even animals needed breaks from uneven forest floors.
Dimitry stretched his palm to ease the discomfort of gripping thick rope in his uninjured hand for hours. Strolling into the barn, the stench of moist and decaying wood assaulted his nostrils, but the sll of dissected corpses pooling in coagulated blood desensitized him to disgust. Mold wasnt a threat, either. Frigid weather deactivated spores, and mycotoxicosis typically affected people who ate mold rather than inhaled it. Short-term exposure was harmless. If anything, the largely intact walls the fungi colonized on offered a reprieve from icy winds.
Rather than his own safety, he considered Saphirias. The Church hunted her while she shopped for and carried supplies across unforgiving lands. What if she got caught? Would they kill her? When Dimitry offered to take the risk in her place, she declined, citing her knowledge of the land and lack of pale green eyes as an advantage. He should have insisted.
Whats got you so worried? Precious asked.
Think Saphiria will be okay?
"I'm sure she'll be fine." She drifted onto the lid of a dented barrel and sat, slowly kicking its walls with tiny legs. But you wont because you dont have fent to shut up, right?
Dimitry sighed. Youre still ruminating on that? You know I didnt an it.
You did a little.
Maybe a little, but it was just a joke.
Precious fell silent, such that the weak chiming of her green wings could be heard. She watched the floor with downcast eyes. Dimitry.
Yeah?
I know I say dumb things sotis, and even though Im trying really really hard, I cant always stop myself.
To hear an apology from her ca as a shock. He watched on with concerned eyes.
Please dont take it personally," she said. "I I dont want you to abandon too.
Unsure of how to respond, Dimitry paused. Although the faerie did indeed have a crude tongue, she kept silent on Dimitrys request. And, instead of ditching him during their escape from Ravenfall, Precious risked her life to free Saphiria in return for a ager gift.
Good character showed through action, not words.
As soone who went from being a moron who considered terrorizing city streets a good ti to a repentant dical student, he knew well the difficulty of personal transformation.
As long as you really are trying, Dimitry said, Ill have no reason to cast you aside. Keep working on yourself. He flashed a comforting smile. Sotis, thats the only thing we can do.
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