My legs-I run up the hill, and then higher still. No one can hear or smell you if you get buried underneath an avalanche. Go too high up, and you’d be lost forever. It’s a place where the Gnolls wouldn’t have searched that hard. If there was a place Mrsha ran, it was up there. They fly north, up from the hill, towards the mountain. Countless feet have trampled the snow, but the faeries don’t even pause when they come to it. A hill where edible plants hide underneath the snow. We arrive at the place where Mrsha was last seen. They lead me around a forest, up a slope, and onwards. But I am so slow compared to how I would be barefoot and without all these clothes. I’ve done marathons, and I know enough about running on uneven terrain to move quickly. So perhaps that’s why they’re helping.īut either way, the rest is up to me. The real question is why they even bother to talk at all.įragments of immortality. I think I understand why they are so disdainful of us. But why would immortals tell playthings anything? If we are that simple, why bother at all with us? The faerie stares at me with cold eyes and flies upwards. That’s the question that lurks in my heart. “But is it fate? Do you know what will happen?” We are breaking a rule now, to give you a chance.” “Do not ask for more than you were given, mortal. “If you know how close I am, just tell me and I’ll run as fast as I can.” Wasting energy? But anything I can get out of the silent faeries is important. The faerie shakes her head in disapproval. And I know I’ll need a lot more in all likelihood. If I go full-throttle I’ll run out of gas far too quickly. I shake my head, but I need to answer, so I gasp a reply. One of the faeries flies down as she notices I’ve reduced my speed. I look up at them as I run, gasping for air. If I step into a bad spot and wedge my ankle, I could easily break my foot.Īll of these things would make finding Mrsha impossible. My body isn’t even fully healed from using that potion Teriarch gave me. The things I am wearing are heavy, cumbersome, and as I sweat and run through the snow and ice, they grow heavier.Īdded to that, I have been running all day, searching for Mrsha. But this is no ultra-thin fabric from my world. Winter gear boots, padded pants and coats that cut the worst of the chill around me. If I have to climb that place, will I get to Mrsha in time? How far could a child go? I am reminded of the Himalayas, but I wonder if these peaks are even higher. If I look up I can see it, a massive wall of stone and ice reaching up into the sky. They are camped at the foot of a mountain, one of the ones surrounding Liscor. Not just because of monsters.įrom the camp of the Stone Spears, the landscape slopes gradually upwards. I am stronger than I was, but I am still weak. Casting a single spell tires me, and I cannot slow now. I could discard it and use, but I need to conserve every bit of magic I have. Its flickering lights illuminate the ground in front of me. I have a torch, given to me by one of the Gnolls. The faeries fly a bit higher in the sky and I see the ground shifting upwards. But if that is the case, I might have to fight whatever took Mrsha. If she went that far enough away from the Gnoll she was with, it was because she was taken, or she had to flee.Ī monster, then. She disappeared while she was gathering food. They know where Mrsha is, and they’re taking me to her.īut in my heart I fear I might be too late. And they fly through the wind and darkness as if neither exists, pausing briefly only to wait for me. They glow with a shade of blue and depth to the color indescribable in the words we Humans use. That’s what I fear as I run through the night, flecks of snow stinging my uncovered face, as I stare up into the dark sky at the lights.įrost Faeries. You can make the spell brighter, alter its shape, and even toss the orb if you want to surprise someone. But all of these spells stem from the few things I understand. Even the spells I know are things I had to learn, not things that were given to me. Hell, I only know a few spells that I can cast once or twice thanks to Ceria. I can’t move as fast as Gazi, I don’t have the ability to shatter the earth like Calruz. I am more than I was, and that bothers me.īut even if I am quicker, stronger, and healthier by some unknown margin, I am still not superhuman. It’s not that I have any Skills or classes, but it is due to the nature of this world. But I know this: I am at the peak of my ability in this world, despite all that has passed. If you compared me with any athlete from my world, you would find.
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