Vincent dropped to his knees tasting the dryness in his mouth. The gods be damned for putting him through all these mess. So much for having a great destiny. The lies they tell.
The yawning behind reminded him that he still had a companion in this cursed land, howbeit one he now detested. She had caused it. Planned to kill him. She won't suceed though. He'd make sure of that.
In the distant, Vince heard a call. At first, he wasn't sure it was humane. The increased volume made it more real. He was up in no second but was outrun by Mabel. He wondered where she had suddenly gotten her strength for. And what about the way warning that the land ate her inhabitants. Confused child this one was.
Ahead, he saw her make expressions that signified introduction. He hoped she'd be kind enough to do his own introduction too. He had little strength left to obey the laws of good morals.
And what has good morals done for him so far?
Trudging further, the guise of this stranger seemed to strike some chords. The way he carried his legs and tended to rest his weight on one foot looked all too familiar.
What would Marvis, the tailor's apprentice be doing here?
He had a hood that managed to conceal his features but with the strands of ginger hair, Vince was convinced he wasn't the one.
He heaved a sigh. Some hopes never materialize. This was a fact he was getting accustomed to.
Pulling our apples from his backpack, hw handed one to Mabel and threw the other one Vince's way. It was all he could do not to kneel and pay obeisance. Getting food after two days without any, and from a complete stranger was as lucky as the skies could allow.
He thought to say a prayer but kicked against it. This was sheer fate and not any useless act of providence. If so called 'gods' could allow his family be murdered in cold blood, why change now? Some penalty for greater good bullshit?
He bit into the apple angrily. Pictures of dead bodies and a burning house kept flashing. He willed himself to focus instead on making up questions to ask their savior. He wiped a stray tear that had come trickling down. Boys don't cry!
As they sat, he listened in Mabel told the story of how they had journeyed to the Ukates in search of their lost mother. She weaved a web of stories that would make even the hardest of hearts sympathize. It made him wonder what other talents she had within her reach.
Visioneer. Professional liar. What else? Killer?
He shivered at the thought of that. Now that she had her attention focused on charming this good natured stranger, he took a cursory look at her features.
She had a face that could rival nearly any he'd ever seen. Yet, there was a piece of darkness cloaked by all those dreamy eyes and succulent lips with rich resource of bosom. When she spoke, the lips parted to reveal perfect set of teeth that glittered in the sun. But she was no angel. He could sense that. He looked into her eyes, the apple all but done. A set of eyes beyond the real gazed back at him, inviting him in and he followed willingly.
Casting blankets to the present, he saw the shapes of what looked like logs of wood. A fire stirred close by and by its side sat a young man with a stone busy sharpening a dagger. His left eyes spotted a scar that ran down to his cheek, the only dent to an otherwise spotless face.
Vince looked behind him to see something lying behind. He watched closely. Eventually, he made out the rise and fall. It was pulsating. He felt himself pulled in as he edged nearer, zooming in like a lens. The outlines had straightened out and he saw clearly. The unmistakably sleeping version of Mabel confronted his sight, only she had her hands and legs tied and her mouth gaged.
He was pulled back. The blurry forms sitting beside him cleared to reveal two humans, hands in hands engulfed in a kiss. One a male and the other the female he shared his fate with. The male smiled, his hood now dropped and his scar perfectly visible from the left side of his face.