As they continued their journey, Alysia began to notice subtle changes in Aragos. He grew more withdrawn, his temper shorter than ever.
"Are you okay?" she asked one evening as they set up camp.
He didn't respond, staring into the fire.
"Aragos," she pressed, "if something's wrong, you need to tell me."
Finally, he looked at her, his golden eyes weary. "The curse is spreading."
Her stomach dropped. "What does that mean?"
"It means I don't have much time left."