Felkin woke up hungry and sweating due to a dream he had. They had made camp within an enclosure of large rocks, with Yuria tending to the fire that Metas started, and Metas himself had seated atop one of the rocks using his chain spear to fish below an icy lake. They had been travelling for a while, could have been hours or days as the sun was dim in the frozen lands and the winds often obscured the skies.
Metas pulled a fish over. It was quite large, almost as big as Yuria who was warming her hands above the campfire. Metas threw the fish over to a pile of other fish, and Yuria grabbed a small one at the bottom of the pile to cook. Felkin sat up. She had stuck a small fish on a stick and was roasting it over the fire. Metas hopped down from the rock and sat next to the campfire, putting his weapon away in his coat. There were puffs of white icy powder on him and he brushed them off.
The sky was a mix of red and purple, although icy winds slightly obscured it. Yuria was snuggling with the wolf’s hide, her nose and hands were getting redder because of the cold. Metas was not affected as much because of his cloak and armor but frosty breath was emanating from within his hood. Felkin exhaled warm air and rubbed his hands together.
“Want one?” Yuria was handing out one of the grilled fish to Metas. “Not hungry right now.” She asked Felkin next and he accepted it and began munching on it absentmindedly. “It sure is cold.” Said Yuria. “Yep." Metas was busy sharpening his spear and Felkin grabbed another fish to grill onto the fire.
Nightfall soon broke, and bright stars filled the night sky. None of them were sleeping yet. “So why were you looking for info about the abyss?” “Well, that was my mission, more like an assignment to a task.” While the two were having conversation Felkin was staring into the night sky.
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“Nothing more?” Yuria pressed on with the matter. “I have my secrets; I trust that you have yours.” Metas said with a smirk, the outline of his face barely visible in the fire. There was silence and then Metas added more flame to the campfire. “Must be nice being a soldier, knight or whatever you are… Food, pay and something to do, its all I need.” “Well, what were you doing in that village ‘witch’?” Yuria snickered at Metas’ question. “I was an orphan like other abandoned ones in villages like that. I was busy running around and scrounging for scraps, that I didn’t even realize I was using sorcery. It was like breathing for me; I was drawn to it, the darkness I mean.” There was silence.
“So, what’s with him?” Yuria gestures towards Felkin.” Hrm?” Felkin turned towards them. Metas continued. “I found him somewhere when I was walking. He followed and now we’re here.” She was perplexed by this answer. “I thought you two knew each other.” Metas sat cross-legged and raised his leg up over the other to reposition. “He wasn’t much trouble, and he was interesting so I let him come along.” This was partly true. But Metas wondered how someone could be in the desolate wastelands, so he took to monitoring him.
“Well, what’s your story then?” Yuria leaned forward to question Felkin. “I… Don’t know… I can’t remember…” “What do you remember last?” She asked him. “I remember being in a grove of trees, waking up, sleeping and waiting for something.” As this conversation went on, Metas watched intently still sharpening his spear. “You remember nothing before that?” “I have dreams, flashes sometimes, although I can’t make them out.” “Huh…” Yuria leaned back onto the rock. Metas snapped his fingers and the fire grew from dim to bright again. Metas stood up and said, “I’ll take first watch, you two go ahead and rest.” “Sounds good to me.” Yuria snuggled with the wolf’s hide while Felkin nodded in agreement. While the two slept, Metas gazed into the darkness of the night, thinking deeply about memories past.