Chapter 53 - The Call Out (1/2)

Solskin

It was my fault, wasn't it? It was all my fault. I cursed all of us. I was to blame for it all.

I cried for hours until the tears ran dry and my cheeks stung with a bright red. Persephone sat next to me, supporting me.

”It is not your fault.” Her hand hovered near my shoulder. ”It is C'Dor's fault. It is the Three Kings Gang's fault.” She repeated it over and over.

”I wanted to become a hero to save everyone. How could I let someone I know die in front of me?” I reverted back to my childish self, throwing a tantrum.

”There wasn't anything you can do. No one can be perfect.” The familial gentleness laced her voice. She inched slightly closer, almost whispering in my ear.

Her warm breath soothed me and I began to relax again. ”Don't blame yourself. You must never believe that everything is your fault. The world is too large for that. You can't shoulder everything. Let me shoulder it with you.”

She leaned in, and in her most comforting voice, ”Trust me, Solskin. Just trust me.”

”My, my, my. Having fun, we are? Can I join? I have been sitting here for a while now.”

Persephone

A dark elven woman stood on the edge of our window sill. With a wicked grin, she threw three daggers before I could even react to her presence. However, Solskin lunged with all of his might, shoving me to the side. The daggers impaled themselves deep into his back. Blood immediately soaked into his shirt.

”Eh, this works too. I will be back for you later.” With a slight wink, she leaped back down, disappearing into the night.

I began examining his wounds. Almost immediately, I knew the dagger was poisoned. Around the daggers, the skin was puckering and rapidly turning to a nasty shade of purple.

”Help!”

Rushing into action, I began praying. A glowing light gathered in my palms as I began healing him.

The poison was quickly spreading and fast-acting. I was bȧrėly keeping his flesh from dissolving away.

Hearing the commotion, the guards stationed nearby rushed in. After determining the severity of

Pulling out Savah's horn, I blew on it. The wind swirled up and formed into a humanoid shape.