Wernh’An’s skin began reddening half an hour later. Low signs of breathing, which Commander Evar was worried about, were turning into normal breathing. The staff in Evar’s possession had its top glowing brighter as well.
Evar was glad to see his lord moving his head and groaning in sleep. Little did he know Godfreed was looking at him. Evar didn’t want to be center of attention. Just one person staring at him was enough to make him uncomfortable but today he gave a pleasant look at the doctor.
“When the nightmare ends, he will wake up.” Godfreed said to Evar, noticing he was close to stick his tongue out.
“He is dreaming?” Commander Evar’s face changed.
Godfreed felt much comfortable to someone with straight face. Yet he chose to end it with a simple nod.
“What is he dreaming about?” the commander asked from the same rock.
Godfreed walked slow towards him and caught the staff. He turned its top, covered in spherical glass which imitated light, towards Evar’s face.
“I don’t see anything here.” Commander Evar said after not finding anything apparent within it.
“What do you think this sphere is pretending to be?”
The yellowish glow of it didn’t give away a lot to Evar. For him, the staff was just glowing yellow instead of the usual white.
“What is he dreaming about?” Evar wanted answer, no further queries.
“About Wutke.” Godfreed covered the staff top with his palm.
“You saw it in here?”
“No, he had been complaining about sleep terrors about Wutke in past. The staff turns yellow when he dreams of Wutke. But sometimes I have also noticed it turning black. I don’t know why.”
“What does Lord Wernh’An say about the sphere getting black?”
“He says it is as scary as dreaming about Wutke.” Godfreed handed the staff to Evar.
“Is there a reason for him to be scared? Lord Wernh’An worships Wutke.”
“We can’t understand his reasons….”
Amidst their conversation Saer was lurking in the opening of the cave, out of their sight. He was hearing them talk. Evar had effects of Godfreed’s preaching but it was a different case with Saer. He had nothing to do with the tales from Hilcastle.
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He drew the burning arrow, placed it on the notch and pulled it till end of the arrow touched his cheek. Bow creeked but Saer didn’t loosen it despite of shaking hands.
I trust the wind from Hilcastle. Saer filled his lungs with Nastrian air and loosened the arrow from the gap of his fingers. The arrow tore the wind and got in the pile of wood, creating little to no sound.
“You heard something?” Evar asked Godfreed after getting wind of the unusual sound. Godfreed’s old ears did no favors to him.
Saer’s heart thumped against his ribs by listening to Evar searching for the source of noise. He wasn’t scared about Evar. Saer watched the tiny flame as big as a firefly between the logs. No wind was there to enlarge the fire. Instead it was shrinking more.
Godfreed and Evar talking became the main source of his fear afterwards. Saer began to sweat, failing to see the fragment of fire.
Saer dropped the bow in dismay while preparing for the worst outcome. It was only matter of time for them to find out who the man was behind the mischief. Cold sweat dripped through his skin pores.
Godfreed crouched then discovered the arrow between the wood pieces. When he moved his head towards the cave, he saw Saer with the bow and arrows on the floor.
Saer gasped and grasped the bow again. This time he picked a regular arrow and notched it with a clear intent.
“It was you.” Godfreed said, showing no surprise. Saer stretched the thread, displaying no remorse.
Commander Evar came with his sword out.
“Don’t worry, commander. Lord Wernh'An is still untouched.” Godfreed said to Evar who was clenching his fist. The look Saer got from Evar was like the look a goat gets from the butcher. Godfreed’s smirk shook him. The arrow end touching his cheek rubbed against his cheek in fear. He felt chills and cold.
And breeze.
WHOOP! Sound of fire came along with the sudden flame caused by breeze.