Chapter 11
The young man sat down resigned to his fate. It was unjust, he had done nothing wrong. It was that stranger's fault, he didn't know how but that man had stolen his face and, well he didn't want to think about what he had done while wearing his face...
Only Seth believed him as he had inadvertently seen the stranger's face change, not that he had any way to prove it.
He sighed as he hung his head, allowing his midnight blue bangs to obscure his face.
After what seemed to be an eternity the door to his cell opened. He looked up and blinked in surprise, instead of his guard was a young man with short red hair and sky blue eyes. He was wearing a brown cloak over his clothing and was holding a similar cloak balled up in his right hand.
"Seth? What are you..." he began before the flame haired youth motioned for silence.
"We don't have much time," whispered Seth as he handed his friend the rolled up cloak, "Follow close behind me, this is our only chance to get you out of here alive Kento."
Kento nodded slowly as he stood and took the cloak from his friend. Once he had it on Seth silently led the way, careful to avoid any guards. Neither of the young men dared to speak again until they entered the woods.
"We need to head south to Faeyern. I know of someone there who should be able to help us if what I heard about him is true," began Seth.
"Wait, you're going with me? I couldn't ask you to risk yourself for my sake more than you already have," protested Kento.
"Surely you don't believe that I can still go back to Shale. There is no way that they would believe that I had nothing to do with your escape. Besides you are my friend, I can't let you face this on your own.
"Now listen, this man in Faeyern might be able to help us. I'm not certain there is any truth in the rumours of his ability to see through illusions, but I also heard that he has battled a demon and lived. And that he is marked by this battle by losing his left eye and all the color in his hair."