Chapter Twenty-EightHomecoming
Iarion tried once more to push the visions away. They continued to gnaw at him since he had woken. He set his exhaustion aside and followed Hidar with the others.
In all his long life, Iarion could never remember feeling so weak and tired. He didn’t dare let his companions know what poor shape he was in, but he had a feeling Barlo already suspected.
Drinking from the Forbidden Pool had almost cost his friends their lives as they had borne him away from the dark lands. The visions it had shown him had been horrible. But if he could use the wisdom he had gained to save just one of his companions, he would consider it worth the price.
It was strange to flee through the mountains in broad daylight. But the pass was clear, and Iarion could sense the Forsworn w
