It took Beck another five days to fully recover and even then, he still struggled to walk properly, whatever the side effects of getting struck by dark lightning were, they seemed to leave Beck in a paralyzed state, he could still barely feel his legs. Not even that would stop him though, the thought of the encroaching fog kept him on his feet.
He knew that if he didn't get up and leave Crafton he and Evie would get caught up in the fight and that was not such a pleasing thought, given he had already experienced the terrors of the fog.
Beck left the infirmary, his legs feeling like lead. He looked out over the lake where the fog lay less than fifty meters from the near shore of Lofters Lake. As he continued to look, he saw three black figures standing at the fog’s edge, somehow, they have multiplied, he thought to himself.
Beck hobbled down main street with the aid of a crutch on his right side till he arrived at his home, he pushed through the front door and was greeted by an empty room. All the crafts had been moved to the workshop and the workshop itself had been locked and bolted. Only one project lay bare on the carpentry bench. A long bow and a crossbow were on the bench, they looked as if they were only recently made as residual adhesive was still visible along the seams. Both weapons were strung, and each looked very capable of causing harm in battle.
“Hey, can someone give me a hand up the stairs” Beck called out as he limped to the back of the shop. No reply came but there was a loud series of bangs and crashes then the small form of Evie appeared rolling down the stairs and falling in a heap on the middle landing of the stairway.
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“Evie, do try to stay in one piece or neither of us will make it up the stairs” Beck commented sardonically
Evie again didn't reply, all she could think to do was stand up and envelope Beck in a mighty hug, much to the pain of Becks scarred back. “I'm so happy you made it” Evie said tears streaming down her face “you were so scarred and burnt, I thought you were dead... and then dad decided to enlist... beck my world would be falling to bits without you”
“There, there Evie, I'm alright now that's all that matters, and plus you were the one who saved me, quite the hero to be fair” Beck replied doing his best to console his pour cousin, “where's your father anyways” Beck asked changing the subject,” he’s down at the barracks being taught how to use a bow the crossbow down on the table he made for me... he said I might need it to defend us when we leave” Evie sighed, she was very upset at having to leave, especially with her father staying behind.
“Did you pack your stuff yet” Beck asked “yes and yours too” Evie replied. “Well then, we better get going then, we can stop off at the barracks to say farewell to your father one more time but then we must leave,” said Beck.
Evie ran back upstairs and grabbed the two prepacked travel bags from the dining table, when she came back down, she handed one to beck and slung the other one over her shoulder, she picked up the cross bow and swiftly left the shop. Beck grabbed the bow and followed Evie out the door, waiting to lock the door after him.