there was a quickening in the way her chest rose after the spell. it was magical, abhorent, so far removed from anything theyd ever seen or known.

And yet, the witch had been right. It was the only thing salvageable after her almost untimely death. Perhaps the elders had been wrong about magic.

Perhaps they knew this entire time, and wanted to keep the secret for themselves.

And how unsurprisingly easy this thought came to their minds. Magic had brought her to life, not prayer. Prayer is what allowed the curse to fester. Patience is what prolonged her pain. Good deeds had only made them feel better about themselves as she withered away before their eyes.

Questions arose but now was not the time. They had to hide her. A grevious sin had been committed and the links would have already made their way to report it.

Alasus moved to the door. 'We should be on the move already, you will be in danger the longer we stay', he said to the witch.

She merely cocked her head. 'I will be fine. The girl needs rest to recover Boc. Ensure that she receives much wherever you may take her'.

Greythor lifted her up from the bed and made his way to the door.

A look was passed between the three of them before Alasus nodded in goodbye, pushed the door open and had them step into the Limgrave beyond.

They had many questions but now was not the time.

First the Queen strengthened. Then

Then... Then

What was i doing again?