Chapter 98: The decision
"You'll be able to find him in the North, where the days are longer, and the weather is drearier. Once you've seen the snowy peak of the tallest mountain, you'll know you're there."
And those were the last words that were spoken to Ceremus before the scene before him drifted and everything faded to black.
Ceremus woke from his dream, and it was morning. The sun peeked through the sky, illuminating his room. It was not later than 6 AM and the king already knew what needed to be done. He was going to roam the open country.
He yanked on his robes, barely fastening the sash, fingers fumbling in his haste. His sandals slapped against the stone floor as he strode out, his heart hammering in the process. The king didn't have time to waste, not when Hael was slipping closer to death with each passing day.
He didn't even bother knocking on Anemone's door—not that he ever had the habit of doing so, and barged in like he owned the place—because he did.
The advisor looked up with wide eyes and immediately stood up upon seeing who had entered his study. He saw his king, hair messy, robes disheveled, and his golden eyes wild. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he was seeing things correctly.
Is this a dream? Or more like a nightmare?
"Y-Your Majesty?" He tentatively asked, earning a scornful eye-roll from the king.
"Who else would it be?" He scoffed.
Anemone looked down at his appearance, still in shock. "So he's real..." he mumbled.
He quickly cleared his throat and stood upright. "What can I help you with, Your Majesty?"