The Essence Flow Chapter 9: The Road To Lockeheart

Leon remained quiet for a mont, his fingers tapping against his knee. "Are you sure?" He asked, though deep down, he already knew the answer.

"Yes."* Their voices were firm, unwavering.

A quiet sigh escaped him. "All right…" He finally said, leaning back. "Once you two recover, we’ll begin your training."*

As the carriage rolled on, Leon turned his gaze back toward the window, his expression unreadable.

"...I’m sorry, Ardentis."* The thought passed through his mind like a whisper from the past.

After what felt like hours on the road, the carriage finally slowed to a stop.

They had arrived.

Lockeheart.

Compared to Heartwood, it was a far larger and livelier city, its streets filled with the hum of conversation, rchants shouting their deals, and travelers passing through. The scent of fresh bread and roasted at wafted through the air, mixing with the distant aroma of spices from the open markets. Unlike the quiet familiarity of their old ho, Lockeheart was a place that never seed to rest.

Leon hopped off first, stretching his shoulders before walking up to the carriage rider. "How much will it be?" His voice was casual, but his stance—relaxed, yet watchful—suggested he was always paying attention to his surroundings.

anwhile, Towan and Elliot stepped onto the bustling streets, taking in the overwhelming sight before them.

"There’s way more people here, huh…" Towan muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd. He wasn’t used to this level of activity. It was almost disorienting.

"Yeah…" Elliot replied, just as caught up in the view. Their gazes drifted toward a massive marketplace ahead, where stalls overflowed with goods—fruits, fabrics, weapons, and trinkets from all over. Vendors waved at passersby, trying to pull them into negotiations, while kids darted through the crowd, laughing as they played.

Leon casually walked past them, hands in his pockets. "Let’s get going."* He said without looking back. "We need to eat sothing first."*

The brothers exchanged a glance before following after him, their stomachs agreeing before they could.

For now, they were safe.

After walking for a while, they arrived at a modest-looking building with a weathered wooden sign hanging above the entrance.

"Here we are." Leon said as he pushed the door open with familiarity.

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Towan and Elliot followed him inside, imdiately greeted by the scent of burning wood and spices. The place had a rustic yet inviting feel, its warmth standing in stark contrast to the lingering chill in their bones. A large central fire cast flickering shadows along the wooden walls, filling the space with a soft, golden glow. Though the establishnt wasn’t particularly big, it felt comfortable—almost like stepping into a safe haven.

Sturdy wooden tables were scattered throughout the room, so occupied by travelers and rchants engaged in quiet conversations over their als. In one corner, an old jukebox rested, playing a slow, llow tune that blended effortlessly with the laid-back atmosphere. Behind the bar, a man stood with his arms crossed, staring into the fire as if lost in thought—until Leon approached.

"Yoo!" Leon greeted with the ease of soone who had known the man for years. "How's it going, Herb?"

The bartender lifted his gaze and smirked slightly.

"Leon? Damn, it’s been a while." His voice was deep and steady, carrying the tone of soone not easily surprised. "What brings you here?"

His eyes drifted to the two boys standing behind Leon.

"And who are these brats?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Towan frowned. "We’re not brats, you know?"

Before he could say more, Leon cut in smoothly. "Survivors from Heartwood."

The air in the room shifted. Herb exhaled sharply, the easygoing look in his eyes replaced with sothing heavier.

"Yeah... I heard about what happened." He studied the brothers, his gaze now filled with sothing between sympathy and concern. "Were you there, Leon?"

Leon sighed and nodded. "It just happened."

Herb didn’t press further. Instead, he reached under the counter and pulled out an old tal key.

"Here." He handed it to Elliot. "Upstairs, at the end of the hallway. There’s a guest room. You can use it for now."

Elliot narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious. "And why are you helping us?"

Herb let out a short chuckle, not bothering to explain.

Leon gave Elliot a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Don’t worry. I’ve been working with Herb for years. He’s soone you can trust."

Elliot hesitated, glancing between the key and Herb before sighing. "Alright..."

With that, he and Towan headed upstairs, leaving Leon and Herb to continue their conversation.

The guest room was simple but functional. Two beds sat on opposite sides of the room with a small window between them, allowing a sliver of light to cast shadows on the wooden floor. A modest wardrobe stood in the corner—not that they had anything to put inside.

They sat down, each taking a bed, the silence stretching between them like an unspoken weight.

"What do we do now, Elliot?" Towan finally asked, his voice quiet but firm.

Elliot exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Well…" He tried to form an answer, but nothing ca. No words felt right.

Towan, as if sensing his hesitation, leaned forward. "I think we should stick with Leon for now," he suggested. "At least until he teaches us how to use Essentia. That way, we can defend ourselves."

Elliot gave him a skeptical glance. "That depends on whether he's willing to keep us around that long."

Towan frowned. "What do you an?"

"Learning Essentia…" Elliot started, choosing his words carefully. "From what Jose and Juan told , it takes years just to grasp the basics. And the level Leon has? That’s a lifeti of dedication."

Towan fell silent, absorbing the weight of that truth.

The room stayed eerily quiet, the air thick with uncertainty. It felt like the longest minute of their lives before Towan finally spoke again.

"There must be sothing we can do to help him, though." His tone carried a quiet determination. "If not, we’ll have to find work here. This city doesn’t seem half-bad."

Elliot gave a small nod. "Not like we have many options."