Marcello tries to help me out of the bed, but I brush him off. “I’m alright.” I insist. I’m not injured, and the only foe my body is trying to fight off is exhaustion and stress. At the very least, I can sure as hell walk on my own. I feel a tad bit better, and glad that Marcello had forced me to drink the bitter concoction left on the nightstand. It alleviated my headache almost magically.
“It’s really safe here, mostly because it’s far from the city and the elders protect the village with their runes.” Marcello says, leading the way as we walk out the door.
When I eventually asked, Marcello told me this is his grandmother’s village. It had been the only safe place he could think of; the only place where Fauna wouldn’t come looking because she hardly even knows of its existence. Most pe
