A Light In The Darkness - Christa

[Gildarts]

Their chariot stole them away, but now, it was beginning to look like Christa wouldn’t make it to the nest until nightfall. She had called the horses to a halt, and sat waiting for a while in the silence of the twilight. It was no good to keep going with the horses, since they drew a lot of attention and noise, plus, if Christa could smell them, you could bet your last round that the werewolves and vamps could. Still, they were good protection while she healed, and the girl allowed her thoughts to spin, while her little wolf-cub took a nap on the floor, below her shoes.

Her gaze softened as she looked at him, he had survived, this gave her hope that so would she, even if she was up against the impossible.

Feeling was coming back into her left leg’s toes, and she had attempted to heal the cut on her side with stitches she’d summoned with Omnillium. Meanwhile her arms had syphoned out the poison, and were working again. Being a Prime was darn good, and while the pain of the shards that had been embedded was still there, she had managed to pick out the majority, while her skin healed. Ah immortality. Not worrying about infection was bliss.

By the position of the freshly risen moon, Christa could see she’d been there for a couple of hours while her strength was restored. She wasn’t mentally tired, but felt fatigued and drained from the poison, but this was no place to catch some shut-eye. And she’d gone days without sleep before, like when she lead those secondaries to primehood, so why couldn’t she do it again as a Prime? The second she felt entirely shipshape, she’d set out. Her eyes fell on the puppy once more. Was it really okay to bring the dog? Maybe she’d summon a backpack and put him inside, since she doubted he’d be able to keep her pace up while she walked.

And so it was, she summoned a pack large enough for the cub to comfortably fit in, and set him inside, he did not stir in his sleep, Christa suspected it was because he was young and certainly not a prime, so more susceptible to the poison. He’d probably be out the remainder of her mission, which was good, because that meant he wouldn’t get in her way.

Christa found herself asking why she had even saved the animal, she wasn’t just going to let it free after, she couldn’t, since it could come back to literally bite her in the ass if she ever returned to this verse, or it could attack the village, or someone on the way to the village, and innocent blood on her hands, spilt by a decision she had made, was not something she was willing to jeopardize. What was probably the worst of the predicament, was that Christa was going to storm in there, later than she had anticipated. This could be detrimental to the plan, but she had no choice now, except to wait until morning, and their siege upon the village could be any time now. It was impossible to know their numbers, Christa only knew her plan, and what she’d have to do to stop them.

It was tricky as it is, but maybe, just maybe, the night would help her after all..