XLIV.

XLIV.

They were on the trail, with Ciana proving herself almost equal to Heskel in terms of her ability to track their prey. The three of them were in the Gravenlight Forest, eight kilometres northwest of Hekkenfelt, following the leads on their newest quest to track down the wolf-head arachnid nest. It seemed that the farm Ciana and Heskel had helped was but one of nearly two-dozen that had been regularly preyed upon by the nightmarish chimera for half a decade.

Jakob bent low to lift up a clump of tangled web with his new nine-fingered prosthetic. Though the trees were not closely-packed, the canopies were a tangled mess, and, as such, very little light hit the understory, making it hard to see well despite it being midday. Ciana was well-accustomed to night-time hunting, but she was surprised to find that Heskel and Jakob had no difficulties in the near-total dark either.

Marll, my scope please, the Fleshcrafter commanded in Demonic.

A tendril lifted from his strange robes and handed him an object. While Heskel continued sniffing the air and scouring the understory for clues, she walked up to Jakob to see what the object was.

He was holding it to his eye, like a one-eyed pair of glasses such as those Magisters often wore, and was studying the adhesive clump of web.

What are you doing?

Instead of an answer, he handed her the scope and she looked through it at the web in-between his nine fingers. She was surprised to see very clear details on a miniscule level through the glass lens, but had no idea what she was truly looking for.

Perhaps sensing her confusion, Jakob explained, It is genuine web, not the keratin imitation Heskel and I are capable of crafting.

I dont know what that means?

It means that we are looking at the web of a chimera. Unless, Lleman naturally has giant arachnids in its forest.

It doesnt, she replied confidently. She had not been this far west before, but the much bigger forest in the heartland and on the border of Lleman definitely had no such creatures. So were on the right track?

Indeed. For a moment, I was afraid that we might simply be looking at the work of a rogue Magister with similar talents as me, but, to my knowledge, there are none in our world capable of creating chimera like Grandfather.

So were close to one of his old laboratoriums?

Let us hope so.

When Ciana looked at Jakob, after they had tracked down and slain the group of six wolf-head arachnids that lived in the Gravenlight Forest, she knew that he was disappointed. After all, there had been no grand laboratorium secreted away within the nest, nor in any part of the forest for that matter.

What now? she asked.

Jakob let out a puff of spent air. We will return to Hekkenfelt with the trophies and proof, then see if we can find other reports of errant chimera. Grandfathers laboratoriums must be around here, I know it.

Why do you need to find them?

Because one of them is where Heskel was created.

The Brute, who had been busy beheading their prey, paused his work and grunted apprehensively.

Why do you fear what truths we will find!? Jakob suddenly exploded at his companion.

Heskel got up and let his carving blade fall to the stone ground of the cave they were in. Not all knowledge is good.

Ciana put a hand on Jakobs shoulder, and he seemed to let some tension escape him, though he was clearly still frustrated.

I will decide that myself, he answered the Brute.

As they were travelling back to Hekkenfelt, they stopped by one of the farms that had been affected by the predators they had now eradicated. Ciana initially thought it was to assure the farmers that their cattle was now safe, but it seemed Jakob had other plans.

Have you faced other predations? he asked the man who ran the farm with his two brothers and their wives and children.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

I avent seent much. I avent even seent them monsters what slain my sheep.

What about your brothers or the women in your farm? Have any of them seen monsters that are out of this world?

The farmer started scratching his thick grimy beard with his work-calloused hands. My niece swore she saw an odder once up that creek yonder hill, he replied and pointed southwest.

Belamouranthyne, return my eyes to me for thy offering has been duly given.

Call upon me again soon, Ciana Half-spawn.

While the three faceless farmers fought and bled on the soil of their farm, nearby sheep watching with vague interest and the lone windmill turning slowly, the trio left.

They saw Hekkenfelt in the distance, when Ciana raised her voice awkwardly. Despite having found her strength, there was still certain things with which she remained uncomfortable.

Jakob, she started, I have a question about something.

Is it about using the Mask? he guessed.

No, that I do willingly, even if it disturbs me.

He halted, surprised by this it seemed. What is it then?

You know how Elphin are born erm

He nodded understandingly.

Well, I was wondering. After the ritual that connected me with my Demon progenitor, have I become whole?

Jakob seemed to consider the question for a bit, when Heskel answered, perhaps to illuminate him.

Asking if she is fertile.

I understood as much, Heskel... I am not that daft to the unspoken word.

The Brute shrugged, which made Ciana chuckle a little.

Jakob turned to regard her, locking his eyes with hers, which always made her slightly uncomfortable. The crazed look from earlier, caused by the recently-titled Lightning Blood tonic, was gone, but his stare was no less intense.

The ritual realigned your soul with that of your lineage and gave to you the powers you were owed from birth, but denied for being half human. However, it did not change anything about your physiology.

So, Im still?

He nodded simply. A small hope she had held for the last few weeks crumbled at the straight-forward gesture of confirmation.

Can you make me whole?

Heskel grunted a denial, though there was a soft edge to it.

It is uncharted territory for me, though I have repaired a male reproductive organ before, but it is much less complex. There is a chance that Grandfather has the knowledge.

Can we go see him?

That would be unwise, Jakob replied. We are not on amicable terms.

I see

There is another way.

She lit up at the tiny hope presented to her. How?

We are summoning Nharlla, when the branch pieces that Wothram guards in Hekkenfelt belong to a thousand-year-old tree. He may gift you the ability to have children, if you ask it of him.

He can do that?

There are no limits to what the Great Ones Above are capable of, he replied reverently.