Adiri, Chapter 4

(Posting this before I get to the Pops concert!)

Aretha sank down in a chair, breathing heavily. Cloithar’s grandmother had laid Methas in the only bed she had, and there he lay, blood still smeared on his face. His eyes were popped open in some sort of death gaze. Aretha’s hands clenched the fragments of glass in her hands. He deserved it, she told herself. She stared straight ahead, shivering against an invisible cold wind. He deserved it.

Cloithar touched her shoulder gently. She yelped and turned. “Eat something,” he said awkwardly. He held a bowl of stew and set it in front of her. She dipped her spoon in the thick broth.

He took his own bowl and stared at her. Aretha had told him what she had been doing before she got here. “So,” he said seriously.

“So what,” she muttered, spooning up more stew.

“So after the Enemy destroyed your village, the first thing you did was throw a tantrum, grab the first weapon you could find, and dash off into the woods without food or water?” he was staring at her, yet again quite seriously.

“I couldn’t think. They had the Adiri. It wasn’t supposed to exist. I could have defeated the legend.” She buried her head in her hands.

“Without food?” the ordinary person would have smirked at this point, but not Cloithar. Too serious. “Without water? With only your mind and pieces of broken glass?”

“It’s not just glass.” Aretha held out her hand. The pieces clattered on the table.

“It was one of the last pieces of the Faerie Mirror.” She clamped her eyes shut. “And you haven’t thought things out much yourself, have you? You weren’t a Prince. You’re not a Prince.”

Cloithar pushed his chair away from the table. “Don’t start that!” He stood and glared at her.

“I have to make that legend come true. They destroyed Saudaron. Where would I go? You know me.”

“A bit too well,” Clothar muttered. Aretha laughed shakily.

“Cloithar, that just sounded like-

“I don’t want to know!” He turned away. “Don’t want to know.” He sank down to the floor, trying to shut Aretha out of his mind, but it didn’t work. After a few moments, she spoke again.

“Well, will you help me? Rivesivee is next after Saudaron. They will attack you.”
“Alright, I’ll help you!” Clothar snapped.

“Thank you,” she said, gathering up the pieces of the mirror and preening.

“If we don’t kill each other first,” he muttered, getting up off the floor.

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