Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this world that they are in and I am making no money out of this. I just want to write a sequel to a really good book that I wish had one.
Chapter 16
Over the next few days, Pol saw a massive strain on Tanea, Pol observed as Ilea tried to guide her through the process of grounding and centring. It was evident to Pol that Tanea was trying her hardest, of course she was, if she could master this than she would be able to strengthen her shields; and go about the rest of her life like any other person.
They only had a few days left till they reached Valdemar's capital, and Pol hoped that Tanea could do it in time before they reached Haven. They had no idea how long Tanea's shields would hold without it, and he certainly didn't want them to fail in the middle of a huge city like Haven.
That would be a real problem. If it happened, they would need to shield her until she could either leave the city or shield herself properly.
The alternative was insanity.
The sky was grey and cloudy, and Pol thought it looked as though it would rain tonight. He hoped their luck would hold out, and they could find decent shelter before it started to rain.
As he was riding the next day, Pol's mind wandered back over the previous evening. They had been lucky enough to find a cave a couple of candle marks before it began to rain, and in doing so, had left them enough time to gather enough firewood and start a fire.
As the rain had began to fall, the animals were un-tacked and given a good rub down to make sure they were dry.
Pol had gone back over to Satiran after finishing the last of Tanea's goats, to make sure he was as comfortable as possible. Feeling like he was forgetting something.
As Pol had approached, Satiran raised his head and gave a soft snort.
:Yes chosen Tanea is making good enough progress that she should; have full a shield by the time we get to Haven.:
:Are you reading my mind:? Pol had sent.
:No actually, prediction, after all I do know you quite well:. Satiran had replied. :Now as to what you are forgetting, that would be dinner:.
It was then that Pol had noticed in his rush to set up camp, and helping Lavan with his bodily functions,— Thank the heavens that we are only feeding him soup.— Pol had forgotten that he was supposed to feed the critters as well.
He mentally slapped himself and went over to the packs, pulled out the necessary ingredients to make a warm mash for them. He then proceeded to heat the mash over the small fire they had set up.
Later, as Pol was preparing dinner for the group and some more soup for Lavan, Ilea and Elanor were once again busy trying to help Tanea ground and centre.
After several candelmarks of failed attempts, they had stopped, Tanea was beginning to get frustrated. "I canno' do this, I'm-a sorry" Tanea had said. "Yer may haf ter take th' boy inter 'aven withou' me."
"No." Pol stated. "You can do this Tanea, I remember it took a student of mine a couple of weeks to ground and centre, you're doing just fine, and if necessary one of us can wait with you outside until you fully master it." He turned then looking to his wife for confirmation.
Ilea nodded slowly. "We really should get him to the collegium sooner rather than later, but he should be fine." With that, the conversation ended and, after making sure the animals would be good overnight as the girls worked some more with Tanea. Pol banked the fire and they all had turned in for the night.
Later that night, Pol was lying awake, trying to sleep but unable to. With dinner eaten and everyone in bed, Pol asked Satiran how long he thought they had left before Haven.
: I would estimate roughly three days at our current speed chosen:.
Pol gave a slight wince when he heard that, as he turned to see Tanea, with a peaceful expression on her face as she slept.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Pol had managed to fall asleep, and after what felt like a few seconds Pol had awoken to morning.
As usual, he was the first awake and he set about making the others breakfast before they set off again.
One by one, the others awoke. It was a simple breakfast of bread and cheese. After quickly eating, they packed up their stuff, tacked up the animals and were back on the road.
Sometime near midday whilst Tanea and the others were practising and Pol leaned over to look at Lavan and watched as the boy seemed to be struggling with something.
He was getting thin, Pol wondered what was happening inside his head. But unfortunately, Pol thought, he couldn't find out.
Lan was feeling bad.
Apparently that last trip out of this coma has drained him, he was so tired he felt sick, not to mention the pounding in his head.
Now, as he lay low in the gardening shed of the highborn who owned this place. He heard them, the marching of the Karsites, Tyron shouting orders.
When they had passed and he had calmed down a little, his mind went over what had happened.
After the battle. Lan passed out. Soon afterward, Lan had then awoken to a pounding headache, in the middle of the clearing in companions field. The sun had already set.
Wonderful, he was exactly where he had lain down, although the bracelet was gone and now he could hear them. It sounded like a bunch of men and they did not sound happy. Looking around as carefully as he could, he could also see their torches.
Getting to his feet, Lan started to get up. Once he did, he stumbled out of the clearing, trying to loose those voices. The voices of search party's.
A/N: I'm sorry for the delay guys. To be honest I've lost my inspiration for this story and am unsure where to take it, along with writers block after writers block. but I promise I will finish it. It just might take a lot longer. If you want an update, check my profile, I will be posting status updates there.
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