Naur, who watched the half-elf from the light elves leave after Oteu, shook his head. For him, this Trey was strange, he wanted to go to the den of robbers so much that he decided to go when it got dark.
Looking after them again, he turned and went to the carriage in which the half-elf and the light elf moved. The head of the caravan allowed him to move to the center of the caravan to take care of their girlfriend.
The rest of his friends also suffered from the attack, but they have already come to their senses. And they were waiting for their wounds to heal, so they did not have the opportunity to follow the condition of Fel, who was left alone in the carriage.
They didn't know what state she was in except when Naur last saw her. But he tried to forget this spectacle and her cries, shaking his head, driving away these memories, he went to the carriage. Along the way, he heard the displeasure of merchants who were not happy to stop at night.
The dark elf chuckled to himself, he didn't understand how one half-elf managed to draw so much attention to himself.
He was in the carriage when the head of the mercenary guild called and heard how the head of the caravan deceived him.
Wanting to know the reason, he asked Oteu why he lied. Listening to the question and seeing his lack of understanding, the head of security sighed and explained to him the reason why he did not tell the truth.
For him, he owed the half-elf that there were so few casualties among the caravan, and if he needed to deceive the leader of the mercenary guild to pay the debt, it was not a high payment for him. It was incomprehensible to him. The dark elves were loyal only to the matriarch.
Approaching the carriage, Naur froze, he was afraid to open the door, not knowing in what state he would see Fel.
Suddenly, the half-elf could not resist and did something to her? Drawing in his head images of how this Trey takes advantage of the fact that the girl was unconscious, but remembering that the light elf Naur traveled with him, he threw these thoughts out of his head.
Whoever this half-elf was, the light elves hated to use the weakness of another representative of the race to satisfy their base desires.
Taking a deep breath in and out, he gently grabbed the handle of the carriage and slowly opened it. Climbing inside, he looked around the carriage was no different from the one where he traveled with Oteu.
But instead of two beds there were three on one, he saw his girlfriend who was sleeping.
Trying not to make any noise, he began to slowly approach her she was wearing the same clothes in which she fought against the robber her arms and hands were still broken but it was noticeable that the swelling and redness was subsiding.
Which meant that she was given pills and perhaps a half-elf or light elf applied ointments to to his regret, Naur did not learn from them exactly how they cared for Fell.
Moving closer to the bed, he carefully ran his fingers over the girl's arms and hands, checking to see if the bones that were broken were properly fixed.
If they were incorrectly fixed, it was necessary to break the arm or hand again in order for the bones to stand up and grow together correctly.
Having imagined this, Naur shuddered, he did not want Fel to go through this.
After making sure that the bones stood up correctly and if nothing happened, her bones would grow together correctly, sighing with the feeling that one of his fears was gone, he knelt down in front of the bed, looking at the girl.
He understood that they were not destined to be together with her and he already had a couple for whom they were supposed to marry or marry.
Laughing to himself envying the half-elf who for some reason was not afraid to draw attention to himself at that moment, he wanted to have the same courage that this Trey possessed.
Touching his clothes and taking out a piece of chalk, he began to draw a strange pattern on the floor of the carriage. He was not afraid that someone would look here at that moment the caravan began its movement.
After making sure that his drawing was drawn correctly, he took out three candles, setting fire to them, one could notice that the outgoing fire was not red and not orange, but bright blue.
If other dark elves saw this, they rushed at Naur with rage and a desire to kill him on the spot.
In ancient times, his family were priests of the goddess Sheng'Mo, and these candles with drawings in those distant times were said to be used to turn to the goddess.
His family hid that they still honored and worshiped the goddess. If the castes or the matriarch found out about this, a shiver ran down Naur's back.
There was one last obligatory thing that had to be done. Taking out the ritual knife, the dark elf looked at it with obsession and tenderness.
It was made of a completely black metal that has now disappeared, the handle was made according to the legends of his family from the finger of their goddess, it was a white bone, but various runes were inscribed on it, the knowledge of which had already disappeared from the memories of the dark elves.
Carefully taking it in his right hand, lowering the sharp part down, he severely cut his left hand, enduring pain from the wound.
Naur clenched his jaw so as not to scream. Listening to his blood dripping onto the drawing, hearing the last drop falling, he put the ritual knife back into the vaults, and with his right hand began to run over his blood, drawing a scythe raised with the point up.
Making sure that the drawing was made as in ancient writings, the dark elf lowered his head and clasped his hands together.
- O goddess of death and withering Sheng'Mo, I am your faithful servant, I ask you to accept my insignificant sacrifice in the name of protecting a girl named Fel, she is the princess of the kingdom of Haig, protect her from darkness and darkness that may threaten her. - Quietly, with a prayer in his voice, Naur whispered with his eyes closed.
Slowly opening his eyes, he lowered his gaze and, not believing his eyes, appeared before him.
Not a scythe that he drew with his fingers, but a skull, but in addition to the skull, there were also a change in the candles that were lit by him, now they were extinguished and cut in half.
Naur swallowed nervously, he knew well what that meant, but if he told anyone that the goddess had heard his prayer, he would be considered lost and locked up. But no matter how much he blinked his skull, the broken candles did not disappear.
Starting to quickly express gratitude to the goddess for having responded to his call of the servant, scolding himself for not doing it right away and fearing that the goddess would not be angry with his behavior, he again slashed his left hand even deeper and spilling blood on the skull
After waiting a couple of minutes, he calmed his shattered nerves from what he saw, he quickly removed everything. When he returns home, he will certainly tell his father and mother about this about what happened here.
Getting up looking at Fel, who was also lying unconscious, Naur went to a free bed, sitting on it, he felt the pleasant smell of a light elf.
Shaking his head, there was really no choice either to sleep on this bed or where Trey slept.
But he felt how hard it was for him to get up and his eyes were closing, he gave up, climbing under the covers and turning his head towards the girl, he began to slowly fall asleep.
Ges, who was in the carriage and watched the actions of the dark elf, could not help answering his prayer addressed to her sister.
She knew that her sister would not be offended by this because she did not care about this world, like the rest of her brothers and sisters.
But Ges didn't want to leave children who had gone astray for her, they were children who were confused in their significance.
She didn't know, fortunately or not, that Trey had chosen this quest to change the future of both the princess and those who remained alive. She saw what would happen if her chosen one chose another task.
Fortunately for him and to the delight of Ges, he did not yet understand that his power already affects the world and those with whom he interacts.
- Oh Alurik or better to say Trey you really deserve to be my chosen one. - Ges said in a cheerful voice, looking in the direction where they had gone.
She, like her sister, will fulfill her promise to the dark elf, but in her own way, smiling at her thoughts, she slowly approached the bed on which Fael was lying.
No one heard her steps, and even if someone had entered, he had just seen the dark elf and the girl were resting. Ges saw what nightmares the girl was now in.
Touching the head of Fel with two fingers, dark spots began to appear on the fingers of the goddess until they began to completely smear the brush of Ges.
Smiling at what she saw, these dark spots were fears, insecurities and painful memories in herself; it was in any representative of the races, some more, some less. After waiting until the clots of darkness completely leave the girl's head.
Removing her hand from the girl's head, Ges brought the black liquid to her beautiful lips and slowly licked her fingertips.
Laughing merrily, she began to run her tongue along her hand, licking all the dark spots in her eyes, long-forgotten memories flashed when she had such food every day and in large quantities.
Running her tongue over her lips, it was clear that the goddess was pleased with the treat that the dark elf offered her.
She saw what the girl's dream was now, grinning at Fael's bold dreams, she ran her hands over her neck and gently cut her neck behind her earlobes.
Making two cuts intersecting, she removed her hands. After examining the room and making sure that the danger does not threaten the girl and the and dark elf dissolved.