82 Clash of Clans (1/2)

My eyes surveyed the clash of clans from atop that same hill where I landed on that first night of the war. And everywhere I turned, I saw the ordered chaos of battles between huge armies, as well as the smaller skirmishes that were like pebbles thrown into the surface of a roaring river.

”You seem pretty discontent with just watching from the sidelines,” said a voice that always seemed like honey being poured down my ears.

I shrugged. ”Nothing we can do about it. Your aunt thinks the unit's too weak to be of any use tonight...”

I really was irritated by the fact that the Foolhardies were down for the count. Literally. In one night, we'd lost another forty soldiers. Many of whom were with us since the formation of the unit. Guys like Shaqs who we can't ever replace.

The thought of my fallen comrades made my forehead crease.

”Great General Darah is simply looking out for the unit's wellbeing. She knows how understaffed we are at the moment,” Aura insisted.

The business-like way she explained it made me glance over to my partner-in-crime, wondering if she even felt the loss as much as I did. Seeing the wetness in her beautiful eyes and the frown on her pretty lips, I really had nothing to worry about. Aura wasn't unfeeling like other fairies were.

The constant need to remind me that Aura was different from the bastards who stole Luca was always a sore spot for me. It wasn't like I didn't trust her. It was more like I was just too prejudiced against the fay. Sure, I enjoyed hanging around Varda and Edo and even Qwipps, but I could never really let go of the hate I felt for fairies—the creeps who stole my family's happiness.

Aura noticed the internal turmoil inside me like I was a mood ring she could easily read. Her hand reached out for my shoulder, and I let her stir my emotions away from annoying stuff like guilt and fear.

My eyes returned to the battlefield below but my thoughts were far from the fight. ”How are Luca and Pike?”

Aura stood at my side, watching the same scene I saw.

”Berrian's done what he can. He spent the rest of his spells as well as half a dozen of our regular healing potions,” Aura reported. ”He's ordered them on bedrest for the duration of the night. Perhaps more… We're lucky you found them when you did.”

I nodded. ”Yeah…”

”Dean… about this new power of yours,” Aura began hesitantly. ”Are you sure it's safe to use?”

”I've only used it once… and the drawback was a bit more intense the usual stuff,” I admitted. ”On the bright side, I feel like my capacity to use Fool's Insight has grown… Maybe I can even use Basilisk's Eye more than once a night now.”

”And you've tested that theory?” Aura asked.

”Nope. Maybe when we're done with this crazy war,” I said right before glancing sideways at Aura and asking, ”Why? Do you know something about Fool's Insight that I don't?” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Aura shook her head. ”No… it's nothing like that. But you know that Fool's Insight is special even among fairy gifts, right?”

”You're talking about the five senses of insight that your brother told me about?” I confirmed.

She nodded. ”Even my family's records have no account of just how powerful the five sense gifts are… Your sight, in particular, has proven to be a remarkable asset in battle.” Aura gave me a wan smile. ”I'm curious to see just how much more you'll grow with it… but I'm also worried the power might be too much…”

”For a human, you mean?” there was no anger in my voice when I asked this question.

”N-no… for anyone, really,” Aura insisted. Her bright blue eyes gazed intently back at me. ”Promise me you'll let me know if it begins to feel like too much?”

I patted her lightly on the shoulder. ”You'll be the first to know when I go crazy.” I smiled mischievously at her. ”I promise.”

Aura laughed in that lyrical laugh that always made me smile back. ”You're already crazy, Dean Dapper. But let's not go over the edge, okay?”

Aura wrapped her arms around herself like she'd gotten cold from the passing breeze. Seeing her like that made me feel the chill myself. It was the kind of cold you could feel in your bones.

I glanced down and picked up the blanket I'd been sitting on before she arrived. Then I dusted it off and draped it across her shoulders.