125 CXXV. The Whea (1/2)
Although it was a very long road, torches were seen fixed in the ground hundreds of meters away, elements that allowed Dag and the others to understand that those camps were not abandoned, albeit isolated from the dwellings.
They deviated from the main path, heading for the grove mentioned earlier by Dag, next to which there was a well.
”Perhaps that is still working. That would be good news as our water supplies are running out” Dag continued, pointing to the well.
Fortunately, he was right.
The well was operating normally and the three travelers took advantage of it to wash and fill their bottles with fresh, clean water.
Then they stopped in the trees of the small wood.
They looked like fruit trees and Karl did not hesitate to detach an apple from a branch of them.
”It seems that the Gods are finally helping us! This apple is really sweet and juicy!” he exclaimed, his mouth full.
Dag and Reidar laughed.
This time they didn't light the bonfire. Kvete's temperature was decidedly milder and the fire could only attract the attention of some peasant who could mistake them for bandits.
When all three finished eating the supplies and fruits of the trees, Karl approached Reidar to check on his wounds.
”You're a really good healer, Karl” Reidar said, complimenting him.
Dag looked at his companions, glad they were becoming friends.
”Nah… I think I still have a lot to learn. I just know how to use some grass, that's all” Karl replied, shyly.
Reidar's superficial wounds were almost completely healed. The one on his right shoulder, deeper than the others, was still half-open and Karl medicated it and cleaned it, changing the bandage.
Dag lay on the ground, with his leather bag under his head, as he usually did.
As his companions fell asleep like stones, with a light warm wind gently caressing them, Dag stood with his eyes open and his eyes turned to the night sky.
Among the few trees in that grove, an upward opening allowed to observe the stars, which shone brightly and illuminated the leaves of the vegetation.
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”Now come with me, let's start again, you and me”
”I want to travel, while I'll keep loving you infinitely”
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Dag thought of Freydis. The illusion in which he was trapped in the FossilWood Forest seemed real.
Her perfect body, her voice warm and passionate. She was his inspiring muse.
He wanted to get stronger, he wanted to find out more about his past, he wanted to reunite the Clans and become one of the most famous warriors on the planet... and for what?
He was doing it for her too so that he could meet her again and finally be able to stay by her side forever.
With the image of Freydis holding his face between her hands, Dag fell asleep like a child.
When he opened his eyes again, it was daytime.
The Sun illuminated the wheat fields, which could be seen among the branches of the trees of the wood in which they had taken refuge.
”Wake up, guys” he said, stretching and rising from the ground.