Merryn brushed away the hair that tickled an ear. "Them. The rumors in the towns lately, someone or something has been killing off the big five. So far three are dead. The last dragon, chimera, and unicorn. I hear this news before coming to this area."

He loosened the grip a tad.

She wrenched free and before he replied leaped next to Parcival.

"It's about time. Have any idea how much that hurt?"

She elbowed him in the ribs. "Stop complaining, and jump!"

"I'm not going down there!" His eyes widened.

This one is truly silly at times... She pulled on his arm, sending him over the edge. Then dove after him.

Parcival shouted and rolled into a ball covering his head with his arms.

"Finish what you were saying! Such an annoying lunch!"

She fell for what felt like an eternity, then splashed into a deep lake in the cavern. She swam up breaking the surface, then gasped drawing in a burning breath. The weight on her neck lightened as the pouch on the chain slipped off. No! It sank slow and easy. Don't panic. She gulped a breath of air swimming after it, missing once, twice three times. She swam under the pouch and let it land on her chest, then double tied it on the chain, tucking it back under the vest again. Really need to put it on the chain and ditch the pouch.

Han is there at the edge of the water sitting on his haunches shivering.

Immediately, Parcival whizzed down, smashing on a small ledge. He bounced off it, splashed into the lake, and sank. Dregs of the chamber pot! Is he dead? Don't be dead...

She dived after him. She wrapped her arms around his chest and fought against his weight, while her lungs screamed for air. She pulled him, dragging him to the edge of the lake.

Han jumped out of the lake and helped.

"Have to get his chest armor off, and check him for any injuries."

Han pointed to the large dent on the side of the armor.

She pushed him upright and undid the buckles on the left side. He flopped out onto his back, groaning.

"Sit him up again."

With him upright again, he worked the vest padding off and rolled up his shirt.

His right side was red, swollen, and already turning a blueish green. Han ran his furry hands up and down his side, making softly mewing. The tip of his tail twitched.

"Feels like he has about three ribs broken. Come on lets us move him over here. I'll start healing him." He pointed to a dry area ahead.

"This is going to take a while, stand guard."

"All right."

He chanted a spell, then spread his hands, placing them on Parcival's side.

A few hours after, she paced the cavern from the edge of the lake to the northern wall.

Later that morning Han stopped and rolled down Parcival's shirt.

Parcival moaned.

"Don't move!" Han pushed on his chest. "You're still healing, rest."

He grunted. "Oy! That beast, completely distasteful. How long have I been out?"

"About twenty-eight hours," she said. Distasteful? A corner of her lip quirked. A novel way to take it.

They locked looks. He seemed colder, more distant. Must be angry that I let him fall.

The cavern above rumbled and a handful of rocks came tumbling down. A blast of air wormed its way down the cavern tunnel Growing louder each second. She covered her ears.

Parcival pushed himself upright clenching his jaw. "Let's go."

"You're going to hurt yourself, lay down!" Han said.

His tail swished back and forth. As another roar torpedoed down throughout the cave and his ears flattened.

"You can't heal what's dead. I'll look for a way out you stay with him."

Merryn searched around the area by the lake, there were no passageways to be seen, only a dead end.

Walking back over to the lake she knelt down, and peered deep into the water, spying what looked like another cavern entrance.

"Over here!"

"I'll follow you later, give me a few minutes."

"I thought you were tougher than that." She winked, before running over and hoisting him up.

"Come on, move!" Han ran back over to the cavern wall ahead, where his pack is on the ground.

"Han, leave it," she said.

"I need it! Go, I'll be right behind you."

They worked their way down to the underwater cavern entrance, which was off to the right.

Han caught up. "You know you're not shaking anymore."

"You're right. I'm too scared of Infernum right now." A bathroom would be nice and an ale or two.

Several seconds later, there's a dull thump from above, the whole cavern rumbled and they dodged several stalactites that came crashing down.

She swam between the falling ones and prayed to the wind spirits to grant her haste. She lost a little air, and bubbles came out of her mouth.

Parcival nodded. He took some weight off of her by leaning to the right.

So tired. She slowed but kept going.

She gripped his hand that hung down on her shoulder and went deeper forward dodging the falling chunks.

Behind her, she spotted Han struggling to swim far back behind her.

Infernum a sleek linear forum twisted in the water. He whipped its tail out in front, just missing taking Hans's head off.

Han's eyes bulged and a few bubbles escaped his mouth. He swam frantically avoiding the falling stalactites and chunks of cavern ceiling that came crashing down.

Infernum hid behind the screen of murky water whipped his tail just missing Han.

The cavern ahead became another long tunnel. An opening, the blue sky reflected on the surface.

She pointed ahead. Parcival nodded. Gripping him tight she pushed him hard. He landed with a thump outside. A little too hard.

She heard him yelling at her but ignored him, before taking a deep breath and diving back down. Her arms ached it was hard to move.

Where is he? She went back the way they came and looked around. There he is.

He was crouched under several large clumps of seaweed, that bent over hiding him.

She propelled over to him and pushed him down through the water. Hmm. She floated a foot above Han. Both ways looked clear.

She swam over to Han jostling him while pointing at the exit. He nodded and swam off.

There was a tightness on her ankle that started pulling her down. Need air! She struggled to get away, it was a fight not to give in to her demanding lungs.

Just some seaweed. Silly getting worked up over that. After unwinding it, she followed Han to the small exit, he climbed out onto the stone ledge. Swimming faster she shot out the exit and landed stomach first on the grass. The air was a sweet relief, she pulled in gasping breaths. Thankfully, that exit was far too small for ol' Infurty.

That was graceful.

Don't you have better things to do than bug me?

Unnamed snickered.

She rubbed her temples. "We need to get further away. "

Han looked away then back again smiling a little, his ears flicked. He flopped on his back chewing on a jerky stick. "A few minutes won't hurt. I'm just happy to be alive"

"We should stop and get something to eat soon." Parcival stood slow and easy. He hissed through his teeth as he undid a leather shoulder strap on the dented cuirass plate, it dropped in the grasses.

Have they no idea?

Starting to stand turned into a bad idea as her legs wobbled and folded under. "He's ready persistent, we got–merrf–moving."

Han eyed her. "Can't understand you, say again?"

Parcival nodded then jolted upright. "Don't worry it'll be fine." With careful motions, he rested back and started snoring.

"Not you too!" Han muttered, "should've taken that advanced healing class last summer."

Han hopped up shaking himself hard, spraying water off in all directions, his fur proofed out like a dandelion.

"Watch it!" Backing away she covered her eyes with an arm.

Han stamped over, stood on tip-toe, and glared. "Don't say it."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Fiff. You seem fine now."

He turned, wringing the water from his tail. He sniffed, then went over to a nearby flat rock and sat. "You'll just have to wait. The Goddess will share her gift again tomorrow morning."

"I not staying here!" What the hell? "Ack." Her shoulder throbbed. She froze then patted her neck and chest. It's not there! It's gone, my necklace!

Han tilted his head. "What is it?"

"I—gone, necklace." Please, understand. She sat down again. "Iee."

He scratched an ear. "I don't follow."

Arrg! She pat her mouth. "Necklace–give–translate speech."

He slapped his forehead.

"Hold on a moment," searching about his clothing, and after pulling and tugging on a pocket he pulled out an old dull bracelet, then came over tapped twice and it attached to her wrist.

"There you go."

It didn't look like much, but hopefully... "Thank... you."

"Glad it still works, I'll charge you we get to the next town." He went back to his rock, flopped on it, and immediately fell asleep

The next morning they discussed where to go next while Han healed Parcival some more.

She stopped a stretch as the shoulder was still sore. "A hot meal would be nice. Well, what way to go now?" Thankfully, the map had stayed dry in the pouch. Unrolling it, she motioned Parcival over and pointed to the small drawing of a silver tree. "If we cut through The Silver Forest we can reach it much faster. Rumors say it's home one of the great five beasts, so watch yourself here."

Parcival came over. "That might work."

Her stomach growled. Dang it, the underground cavern river had swept away all the food.

"Do you know which beast?"

"No."

"let's keep going," Parcival said.

"So be it."

He lead the way. Later that day, trees with long silver trunks shined where the sunlight hit them. Draping down from each of the branches delicate clear crystal leaves grew. It was tricky to figure out just what was off about this place though.

"Guard yourselves." Her right ear twitched violently she pinched the lobe stopping this. Far off in the west—a crunch of leaves underfoot. It stopped. "We need to leave quickly."

"If we go North-west here, and around this river, we can get to the city and exit this place faster and reach your city."

"Yes," he said. That last word came out as a wheeze and he gripped his side. His face paled as he thumped down onto the ground.

"Parcival." rushing over she knelt beside him.

Han trotted over to him, he pulled off his armor running his paws over his torso, and pressed in several places.

Parcival yelped.

"A rib bone must be broken off inside somewhere," Han said.

"Let's camp by that giant stump. Can you fix him?" She pointed up ahead.

"Yes, but then that'll be it for the week healing bone isn't easy."

"Right."

Parcival was heavier than last time. She pulled him back up and failed.

He eyed her. "You're getting worse."

"What?—don't be—." She closed her eyes. "Let's worry about you for now." He's way too perceptive.

"We'll need a fire. I'll go get some wood." Han said.

"It's time I told you something." Parcival inched over to a stump nearby and leaned against it, then reached for her hand.

Han snorted and went off to gather sticks along the ground.

She stiffened. Ah, it's come to this.

"You know you never asked me what I am you know."

Huh? She relaxed. "Then..."

"I'm a Guardian of Olenus."

Interesting. "Shouldn't you be in robes? Never mind that if you lie you'll turn into ash! You can't be one." She pulled her daggers out brandishing them at the nape of his neck.

He recoiled. "I have not. Put that down!"

She eyed him breathing hard, then finally lowered them. "Damn you."

His voice thickened with emotion, and his eyes filled with a soft, gentle gleam. "I care about you."

"That." She paused, "I can believe." At least from what he's done so far. "With that mismatched armor, I figured you were an apprentice."

A wry smile came and went. "Sometimes it isn't armor we need."

leaning against the stump she sat by him. Perhaps he wasn't lying.

Han piled the sticks then pulled out an orange stone with a fireball carved in its center, and touched it to the top of the heap.

"Wouldn't a rune work better?" Stretching she reached out and grabbed for the stone.

Han jumped back with it. "Hey! Do that again and you'll get no soup."

She wandered off behind the stump. A ridiculous heat covered her face. She pinched her forehead between the brows.

Her arms dropped down and she went back sitting near Parcival. "I want to continue in the city. Perhaps one of the Elder priests can be of help."

"Yes, that could work." Parcival closed his eyes, his hand gripped the grass pulling out a handful, he opened his palm and a breeze took the strands where they swirled away up high, his face softened.

They still have no clue of this evil. Turning away she shivered. Rude to stare for that long.

Han coughed and eyed her for a long moment, his tail swishing. "That's all I can do for now." He handed them both a bowl.

"Thanks," said Parcival.

Standing she jumped onto the stump balancing the bowl. He wasn't a bad human. Han was alright too. A sip lead to many gulps later of the rich earthy broth.

The wind blew a handful of leaves that swirled halfway then faltered down before it caught them again and speared them onto a branch. The cold wind blew back her cape, she wrapped up in it and shivered. She watched him sleep. This wasn't the time to bother with romantic relations. Not that dreams of a family weren't nice, but not now. The leaves ripped off the branch split in two and fell into a puddle and sank. Night enfolded the sky, by the next breath the stars and moon were veiled as black clouds shut them out like a coffer.

A crinkle, a rustle.

Her ears swiveled and she tensed. Please be an animal. Fixated on the sound she pulled both daggers out and crouched down. She held back a sigh. It would be so much simpler to call the spirits if it weren't for the lack of energy thanks to Unnamed!

I can help you. The cost is most of your energy. Unnamed boomed.

Why do you ask, what kind of a weak god are you?

Fool! Do not anger me! It would work against my best interests to just outright drain your energy.

Ah, you need me.

For now.

Tempting, but no.

You won't be able to refuse forever...

A form streaked down from the treetops in a blur of green and paws, it growled then took off again into the darkness.

She jumped down and shook Parcival and Han. "Wake up!"