Zoriel felt his strength coming back to him, as he could see the wounds he had fade. All except the one on his eye, he was sure that he had survived the worst thing he imagined would kill him, and he had gained something in return…a fragment.“There,” the man said calmly, looking at Zoriel with a smile. “Your injuries are healed, and there isnt anything else going to hurt you.”Zoriel was looking at his hands and his legs, even though the goo had managed to heal him and closed the opening to his wounds. The scars he had gotten from Xer’s claws remained on his body even though their openings were closed.The thought of his half-brother attacking him still lingered, and it was something that wouldn't be removed.“Tell me something,” the man says with a smile. His gaze fixed on Zoriel as he was about to ask the question. “Which family do you come from?”Zoriel was surprised, but he didnt think there was any problem. The man had saved him from a monster that was trying to kill him and als

Zoriel sat down in the waterfall, looking around as he waited for Rhys to come back with what he had set out to get. It was clear that they were going to be there the entire night, and whether they were going to do anything to get out of the situation. Two minutes later, Rhys came back holding part of the grizzly in his hand. A smile on his face, and from what Rhys could tell, he was getting ready for something that would set them on for something far greater. “We have meat for dinner!” Rhys chuckled looking at Zoriel, sitting next to the boy. He started to set up certain up the firewood, it was strange. Zoriel was looking at him, noticing how he had his blade held tightly. “You have something to ask?” Rhys turned to the boy, startling Zoriel. He didnt know how it was possible for Rhys to even know that he was looking at him. “How?” the boy asked, looking at the swordsman. Rhys chuckled, looking at him. He placed the a piece of dust on the firewood turning to Zoriel, he titled