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All three of them sat in complete silence. They looked from one another sharing a secret memory; a journey that they all had. The sun was setting. It shone like a bloody orb over the trees. The silence shattered when Garn began to smile. It was contagious. It ran across Denzin’s face then to Terrance. It became silent laughter and it began to have a voice. Whatever they somehow found themselves on the same subject it must have been a memorable one. It died and Garn spoke,
“We thought you were dead.”
“And I you,” whatever fragile merriment that was in the air it died, “I thought that explosion killed you both.” Terrance said this in a mild tone.
“Obviously you didn’t believe that by your enthusiasm.” Denzin replied.
“So what are you going to do?” asked Garn, but his eyes did not fall upon Terrance but Denzin.
“Who, me?” she accused.
“You heard him, things are breaking again in Mirrith. Damn If he ain’t at it again to just leave it-”
“He means to finish it,” interjected Terrance.
Outside peering into the keyhole sat Josten. Sadly curiosity had gotten the better of him and he sat there listening and watching the reactions as words were exchanged. He wasn’t expecting what came out next and it completely tore him apart.
“By using me I could have caused the destruction. If it wasn’t... I almost died last time ”
“You said you weren’t afraid of death, and neither was Kysh.” Terrance said softly. Denzin looked away in pain. The sorrow she felt for his loss added to the pain of her families death.
“He did it for me. He did it because he had to... to save what he loved most, his home, because I’m not... human,” she looked down at her hands.
“So what if you’re a Yazu’eth. Damn, if you ain’t the most human looking thing I know, except for your eyes but that doesn’t matter.”
“I’m belong here as much as Terrance here does, and it doesn’t help that Josten knows now, come in Josten, I think you’ve heard enough,” she said flatly. They heard the wood squeak outside and the door slowly opened. Josten slid in, angry tears ran down his face. His fits were clenched and he stared at his feet. He was in such rage his body was shaking.
“I-I hate you ” it was only a dim whisper at first then he shouted it, “I hate you ” He ran out of the room and up the opposite way that led away from the village.
“You may hate me, but I love you,” she said this mostly to herself. She stood up abruptly. She gabbed her sword and staff and walked out. Josten was nowhere in sight. Her heart ached more than she could bare. It took all that was good in the world and died leaving only the darkness she held. The glow came back instantly. A voice called from behind her, it was close now, she turned around withdrawing her staff and aimed it at Garn’s neck. He came to a halt and swallowed. He saw an unfamiliar look in her eyes. Terrance came up and got to close to where Denzin flipped him over her shoulder and pulled out her sword to point it at his heart. Terrance asked calmly,
“Who are you?”
“Something that doesn’t want to live anymore.”
“But we can fight it we can win ” cried Garn.
“And you can’t simply leave Josten like this, you need to explain to him or he’ll just go blindly into the world full of bitter rage,” implied Terrance. She gave a sound of discuss. She flipped her staff flat against Garn’s chest and gave a hard push it sent him sliding on his feet a few feet till he put his knee down to stop himself. She gracefully stepped over Terrance daring him to stop her as she sheathed her sword. She kept walking till she couldn’t take the sorrow anymore, the goodness in her was fighting back and winning. It surged through her bringing her to the ground on her knees. Tears fell like diamonds as a small hand caught them, then he grabbed her left hand.
“I’ll help you, we’ll go to Mirrith together.”