[Restriction Spell activated. You are not allowed to say any information regarding the academy to those who are not part of it.]
As Ery thought, as soon as he had the intention to speak about it, the sa force that took him away for three months reacted. The notification filled his mind's eye and not even a word ca out of his mouth.
Ah well, it's worth a try. Ery thought, while staring at Cavvi.
His silence was taken as hesitation and Cavvi beca even more enraged as his question was not answered. He walked closer to Ery, each step kicking dust around as if to show his rage.
Tyra, the oldest of the fey sisters, tried to restrain him. "Cavvi, stop it! Look, I trust Ery, I'm sure he will say sothing if he could."
"I know! I demand to know what it is!" Cavvi roared.
Cavvi continued walking towards Ery, stopped in front of him and grabbed the collar of Ery's clothes with both hands.
"I thought you were part of us! Tell us, why do you stand by and let it happen?!"
Ery rely stared at Cavvi, unable to utter even one word. He wished his gaze was enough to at least convey that without any words.
Ery's silence only made Cavvi even more furious.
"Aaaarrrgghhhh!"
Cavvi, the bald, muscular guy grabbed Ery's shoulders with both hands and said
"You! Tell now, or else!" Cavvi scread, lumbered towards him and raised his fist. The fey sisters followed him, screaming for him to stop.
anwhile, Ery did not react. He stayed silent.
Baamm!
One heavy punch hit the side of Ery's face, causing the corner of his lip to bleed
Baamm!
Another hit to his stomach and Ery could feel a little bile beginning to rise in the back of his throat.
Perhaps fueled by anger, the punch sure felt strong. Even though Ery's battle power had increased quite a lot due to his ti in the academy, he could still feel Cavvi's punch. However, it was not enough to actually hurt him.
Baamm! Baamm!
Another two punches to the face and Ery's cheek started to swell a little. But he accepted, he didn't move and fully accepted every bit of Cavvi's rage.
He accepted full responsibility for what happened to Morgana. Even though he did tell Morgana not to follow him to the fight, but in the end, her safety was his responsibility. He had failed.
Ery understood Cavvi's rage.
Cavvi was close to Morgana and Ery knew of the guy's unrequited crush. He decided to let Cavvi hit him as much as he wanted.
So ti had passed and Cavvi continued punching him. But the crowd slowly realized Ery didn't really get hurt that much even after several powerful punches. In fact, from the bruises and blood seeping from Cavvi's fingers, the muscular man was also appeared to be hurting as well.
Three months ago, everyone rembered how Cavvi beat the ever-living daylights out of Ery, though it happened in a mockery of their acceptance ritual. They still rembered how Ery was thrown around before managing to finally defeat Cavvi with the power of his fey wolf transformation.
In the span of three months, Ery had managed to beco such a different person.
Cavvi raised his bloodied fist and tried to throw another punch. This ti, Ery grabbed his fist, staining his own hand with Cavvi's blood.
"That will be enough, Cavvi. I will find her. That, I promise you." Ery said, his voice steady.
Cavvi's anger burned even hotter. He walked away towards one of the Akavi Warriors and took their blade. The blade glinted under the light of the sun.
He approached Ery with the blade raised high, about to slash him down with it. Though Ery still did not react, a shout from sowhere in the crowd stopped him.
"Stop this madness at once!"
Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice and saw Chief Brenus walking towards Ery. Everyone in the crowd parted to make way for him.
"Ery, the High Priestess has agreed to see you. Please, co with to the shrine."
The crowd parted even wider, letting Chief Brennus lead Ery towards the direction of the shrine.
A small patch of dense forest separated the shrine and the village. Though the path was short and the sun shone bright above, the leaves shielded the ground from the sun, filling the place with shadows and making the glowing mushrooms dotting the place look even starker with their blue glow. Perhaps, this perpetual darkness was why they called this place the Evernight Forest.
The shrine was covered in glowing roots and a blue, clean river, creating a magical image. He passed the small bridge made of roots before finally arriving in front of the huge, majestic tree.
The magnificent view and the aura of authority it spread made Ery want to kneel and worship the mystical tree.
Just like the first ti they t, the High Priestess Nimue wore a beautiful dress made of leaves; she stood there, waiting for him under the tree just like before. As for the bear, it appeared to be lying down near the roots of the tree, unmoving.
Though the priestess looked as beautiful as ever, her expression gave away the fact that she was troubled by sothing.
But as soon as Ery ca to see her, she smiled and said. "I… I can't believe it… Your progress in the last three months is amazing."
Ery was shocked. With just one glance, the priestess had seen through him.
"Gaia told you are special, but I did not realize what she ant… This is good, very good…"
Ery bowed on one knee and spoke. "Dear High Priestess, I have returned to you only to bring concerning news."
Nimue stared at him and tilted her head, wordlessly asking what he ant. After a few seconds, she realized what Ery ant and gave him a smile. "Ery, if you are worrying about Morgana, perish the thought. She is currently under the blessing of Gaia, there's no need for your concern"
"!!!"
It was such surprising news for him. Ery feels part of his burden lifted hearing what the High Priestess said. But then he?reminded of the last ti he saw Morgana. The cage that holds the girl and the people who captured her, Ery once again feels doubt about her safety.
"High Priestess, I beg you." Ery kneeled even lower. "If you have any information about her, please tell ."
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Written and Directed by Avans, Published by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,
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