"A Kasnaya disciple took him yesterday to their homeland. He said that he would heal him." The chief looked at the visitors who had just arrived, trying as hard as he could to remain humble. The dragon-like creature was looking at him, seemingly waiting for him to make a fool of himself before pouncing on him. That is one thing he did not want to see. His territory had already been weakened by the Kasnayas. It would be terrible to his people, were he killed.
"Do you exactly know who he is, the man that was taken?" A thin young lady asked, her look was as scary as they could get.
"He was sent here by a prophet. She asked us to help him. We have no idea who he is." The chief shook his head innocently.
"That was the mage and they are going to kill him." Deborah stated plainly before breaking into tears, "Do you know who a mage is? I bet you don't, but there is a prophecy that predicts his death at their altar, after you hand him over to them. We came, hoping that you had not done that."
The chief almost fell from his throne. The messenger fainted and the prophet had his eyes almost dropping from their sockets. That was the man they had been waiting for. They could not believe that they had handed him over to the enemy without even knowing. Their freedom, their hope, their future all lay on that man's hands. They had done their best to help him prepare for his quest. It was a shame that when they were ready to give him a tool that would aid him, they had sent him to his death. The rue of it sent tears rolling down the chief's cheeks.
Jane's face distorted into a scowl. Her bosom heaved almost bringing her breath to a stop. She had been told to accompany Deborah and the others but was not told about the prophecy. If he died, she was better off dead.
"Deborah, why didn't you tell me about that before we left?" She asked.
"I am sorry, honey, we are all worried about him. At that time, what was important was to have you accompany us. If we find him, there is a chance he may be saved. According to the High Priestess, you have to be present for that little chance to be presented. We came to the walks because Anna had had a walk messenger bring him here. It is unfortunate that they have taken him. I am afraid, if we do not hurry we are going to be late." Deborah explained patiently before turning to the chief, "How long is Kasnaya from here?"
"About an hour on a speed car."
"Green Wyvern can match that speed. I have heard that the walks are good at sending messages directly to other people's minds. Will you mind sending the dragon here a map that can take us to Kasnaya?" Catherine smiled at the chief.
"To humans, madam. It will take forever to do it to it…" "Then send it to me." Catherine interrupted. Among them, apart from Jane, she was the closest to Eddie. They had been friends for as long as she could remember. If he died, she would be broken beyond living.
"I had intended to go with you. I have seen my people fall in the hands of the enemy. I do not want more. I will take you there personally, in case something happens with the map." The chief said.
A journey from Noya had taken the dragon more than four hours. The sun casted their shadows on their feet as they walked the streets of the town where the walks lived. At a clearing, Green Wyvern expanded to a size that could accommodate even the priest before shooting to the skies.
"I smell the winds. The dragon and the love girl are coming. Maybe it is not all hopeless." Brenda lifted her nose slightly in the air. She, alongside Jack and Wicker had been locked into a room to wait for what they were to do the next day. They were all sitting cross-legged in a triangle, facing each other.
The next night, the full moon would appear. Wicker would be needed to perform a task and it would be Priscilla's pleasure if Brenda and Jack witnessed what would happen, Priscilla had told them so herself.
"My stick speaks," Wicker smiled, "my old friend is somewhere, within this compound. What Priscilla asks me to do is going to be severalfold effective with the presence of my old friend."
"Wicker, will you mind telling us what she wants you to do." Jack looked at Wicker.
"I wish I could, son. I am a seer, she knows that. For that reason, she has sealed my vision, of the future, of course. I only know that I am to do something. Forget about my old friend."