Chapter 8: The Road of the Unknown

My body remained weak for what seemed like days; no longer could I stand, nor sit up for that matter. Erizon helped me as much as he could, but because of my condition, I would spend my days lying down, exhausted. I came to the conclusion that my body was adjusting to its power, and it just needed a few days to finally be able to use it, without passing out in the process. Using his horse, Erizon led the three of us back to my house, and then letting me lie down on my bed, weak from my adventure.

It was almost as if I had a slave. Since I couldn’t do normal activities, he fed me, and everything I needed, he got for me. Soon my body began to recover, and then I could finally sit up by myself, eat by myself, and even walk around. I was on my road to recovery, and soon I could use my power without damaging my body in the process.

Erizon and I found ourselves temporarily bored from the days to come, the town had lost its interest, people began to move away, and the house was gloomy with despair. The memories I’d had here burned me as if they were still there, haunting me. We too would move away, starting a new adventure, down the road of unknown, living a life traveling place to place telling stories of our past.

Once I’d recovered, we began to pack supplies; day and night we packed, leaving nothing.

As I pulled the last item onto our carriage I looked back at my old house, somewhat depressed that I would not return, but I left behind my burden for the past years. Sitting down, the horses pulled the carriage forward down the road I’d ridden down weeks ago, the one that led me to the forest, afraid. How much I’d grown through this process amazed me, I may have left this place a child, but returned as a woman, ready to live life.

Down the road we rode, watching as the house slowly vanished from sight. Once it had gone, I sat up beside Erizon, my head on his shoulder, calm and happy.