The First path of

Part 3ish

Roughly chapter 3 ish

Drazamar

Slowly my consciousness raised to the surface of my mind out of the ocean of sleep that I had been comfortably resting in and talking in a dream with a very unusual person. A noise, the small knocking of pots and pans together brought my mind to a more aware state. Looking up from my little roost in a crevice on the ravine wall I could see the back of our wagon open and Adrian, Witchsnath and Asgilith all three converging upon the wagon. Adrian slowly raised his hand and dropped his ring finger down and all three of them started to rush the wagon, but, before they got there, I pulsed out my magic. It was so little no one could possibly notice, even standing next to me, but it was still enough to catch their attention and get them to stop mid-stride and turn around to me where I smiled and waved them back to sleep. Everything was well under control.

I slept peacefully till mid morning which is a blessing with my body in this ruined state. Slowly I sat up and started stretching each limb slowly trying to release the scar tissue. The scar tissue that spans throughout all of my body in every muscle and every organ that makes my life an ever enduring session of torture. I wasn't even a third of the way through this routine before I heard a painfully dry coughing and gagging. I finished my stretches as quickly as physically possible without incapacitating myself. Slowly I stood and walked towards the cliff. There I found the boy we rescued laying down, bent up as another bout of racking coughs ravaged his body. He looked up.

"Hey. What took you so long?" he said through dry, cracked, and bleeding lips.

I sat down next to him, looking him up and down. He was extremely pale as well as extremely dehydrated, both of the water canteens I had left in the wagon sat next to him empty.

"You know, if you had remained calm you wouldn't be in this predicament."

"I know, but I did just try to kill you so . . . . . you know." he rasped,"What was in the water?"

I looked at him and handed him a waterskin full of fresh water,"Next time you should remember to check for the taste salt before you suck down an entire water canteen."

After remaining with him for an hour or so and slowly getting liquids back into his system, I had Adrian help him to the wagon and campfire for food but this was only after he returned Zantastith back to Adrian. Much to Adrian's dismay, the stranger had become extremely fond of his sword. Once we got to the campfire the interrogation began. It wasn't much of an interrogation really, I simply opened the metal drum that Adrian had been smoking the venison in all night and let the smell waft over our new guest and then shut it once his stomach roared for it and waited. In his defense he hadn't eaten for at least four days, as well as Adrian could make an outhouse smell appetizing and he still lasted an hour before breaking.

"UUUGGHHHHH! I can't take it anymore what do I have to do to get that!" He said doing is best to clutch his stomach to stop the hunger pains.

I looked up from the rack of ribs I had been slowly devouring for a good, solid 30 minutes now, using the homemade dipping sauce Adrian has become famous for in the South-West.

"Well, now that you ask, I would love to know a bit of information." I replied with a sly smile.

"Tell me where to start and I'll tell you anything."

"Glad to know " I smiled as I licked my fingers,"So, how will I know you are telling the truth?"

"Easy, I'm Fuilrian."

All of us (excluding thanatos who cares for and fears no human) subconsciously scooted back away from him.

Fuilar is an area to the southeast that is almost a different country by its own right is surrounded by a ring of mountains called the Red Mountains or the Bleeding Mountains because all year round and least one has magma flowing out of it in red streaks that can be seen for miles, like blood flowing out of a wound. The people there are extremely divided for a small sized country. There are a few hundred different factions and groups that can range from three to four strong to three and four hundred thousand. That being said, the moment anyone tries to invade, the entire country gangs together to expel the threat. The main reason almost no one visits, including traders, and everyone is very suspicious and wary of the Fuilrians is because they have no Soul Well. Well, that's wrong most people have a single mass of magic and energy that is centralized slightly to the right, down and back of the heart that is referred to as a Soul Well . The Fuilrian are one of those exceptions instead of having a single mass that can be accessed and send tendrals throughout the body, a Fuilrian's magic is spread out throughout their blood stream allowing them to use spells and abilities other races are not able to by bleeding themselves and or bleeding others.