“Why is it so easy to get lost in the
woods?” Nephire grumbled as she followed her comrades through the
brush.
“Come now, it's not that bad.” Jax
commented from behind her. “This is only the fifth time today!”
His laughter did not help Nephire's mood. They had been searching
this forest for the ruins of Almak for a week now, and their supplies
were running low.
But did their pigheaded leader listen
to Nephire about this? No! Grafe didn't understand how temperamental
magical objects could be. If the crystal cauldron refused to make its
stew, Nephire would be blamed.
“Halt.” Grafe called from the head
of the group, one hand raised as he surveyed the area. “Nephire,
the rose.”
Shoulders hunched, Nephire moved
forward. Reaching a hand into her satchel as she passed the Salt
brothers, she glanced down at it.
“Almak's rose, if you would be so
kind.”
Again? Haven't you used it enough?
The satchel grumbled in Nephire mind. But the pickling stem of the
rose appeared in her hand just as Nephire reached Grafe.
He was
a tall, bulky man, with all the intelligence of a minotaur. The
thick, shaggy brown hair covering his head was unkempt, while a rough
beard lined his jaw. As Nephire lifted the hand holding the rose, she
couldn't help but wonder why she agreed to join his band three months
ago.
“If
you could just try for him again.” She whispered to the rose,
gently stroking one of its odd green petals.
That oaf?The last time I called for
the garden, he bent my stem! The
rose seemed to shiver in her hand. Nephire held back a sigh as she
ran a finger down the rose's stem.
“I
know, but this is very important. Don't you want to see your bush
again?”
The
rose was silent for a moment. Alright, give me to the oaf.
But if he injures me again, I'll prick his hand!
Nephire held out
the rose. “About time.” Grafe snatched the rose from her hand and
turned away without another word. Gritting her teeth, Nephire crossed
her arms. That was it. The next place the went to restock supplies,
she was going to quit. Sure, breaking contract so early would mean
that she would not only have to return the band's magical items, but
also half of her all earnings while having been in Grafe's employ.
She hadn't earned very much yet, so that wasn't much of a problem.
And as a magician,
she would easily be able to find another job.
One with a better
boss.
There was a soft
rumble, and Grafe gave a bellow. “Get ready boys! We've found it!”
The trees ahead of
Nephire seems to tremble as a dark green hedge seemed to spring from
the ground. Roses covered the hedge, their green petals far lighter
in color the hedge's leaves.
Grafe dropped rose
and pulled out his ax. “Charge!”
As her leader and
the three Salt brothers thundered through the entryway and into the
garden of Almak, Nephire bent down and picked up the forgotten rose.
Its stem had been crushed, the green petals drooping as though they
were about to fall.
“I'm sorry.”
Nephire whispered to the rose, the sound of her companions boisterous
rampage ringing harshly in her ears.
“Grafe is
incredibly foolish, isn't he?” Jax commented from behind. Nephire
stood and turned to look at him.
“When isn't he?”
Nephire asked slowly. Jax was the only other smart member Grafe's
band, and Nephire had often wondered why he stayed. From what she had
seen, Jax had the potential to lead his own band of adventurers.
Brushing a hand
through his light hair, Jax motioned to the crushed rose. “Almak's
ruins require an object to summon them onto a plane we can interact
with. I wouldn't want to enter them without having the summoning
device with me.” Pausing for a moment, his hazel eyes narrowed as
he smiled. “May I see the rose?”
I couldn't hold
back my frown as I glanced at the rose. I could see what he wanted to
do. But did they deserve that?
Give me to the lad.
The rose ordered, Its petals closing slightly as its thorns tickled
my hand. Biting my lip, I looked away as I gave him the rose.
As the
ground began to rumble again, I tried to ignore the nausea in my gut.
I was
just the magician.
And
now Jax was my leader.
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