The Forsaken Hero

The journey to Westfall Village took two weeks–a full week longer than when we made the trip ourselves. The recently freed villagers were slow and weak, many unable to handle a pace faster than a shuffle. Life in a cage was hard on the body and mind, more so when under the cruel thumb of the Circle of Chains.

By the time we led the twenty or so beastkin into the village, they were exhausted, some looking as though they’d collapse the moment we stopped in the village square. Fortunately, their spirits were restored as friends and family came running, a small crowd gathering to welcome them home.

The Circle had raided the village right after we left, and, even though three weeks had passed, signs of the conflict remained. Many homes bore blackened scars of charred wood, windows were cracked or shattered, and deep furrows laced the ground in places, where powerful magical techniques had landed. There was a haunted look in people’s eyes, a sorrow that tainted the welcoming expressions of the villagers.

My stomach twisted into a knot as I looked around, taking in the village. This was the first place I had ever been able to call home, and seeing what the Circle had done to it sent a spike of hot anger through me. For a brief second, I found myself grateful for the slaughter we brought upon them, though I quickly pushed the thought away, feeling a twinge of guilt.

"Ah, the Glory Chasers. Truly, we thank you for returning our people." I subconsciously relaxed as the familiar voice of the innkeeper Bilev floated over.

"Simply doing what needed to be done," replied Sorrin with a dip of his head. "The roads are growing more dangerous by the day, and it wouldn’t be right to send them home without an escort."

"Regardless, you have helped this village more than we could ever repay. But that won’t stop us from trying, mind you," the innkeeper replied, wagging a finger at us. "And now seems as good a time as any. I received your letter, and though the timing is unusual, we’re more than happy to host such a joyous event as a marriage. Allow me to be the first to give my congratulations on your engagement!"

Sorrin and Tana smiled, hands laced together. I floated back, hanging on the edge of the conversation, as villagers approached the two, offering heartfelt well-wishes and gratitude for returning their friends and family. The scene nearly made me tear up, but the warmth of the moment vanished as Fable nudged me from behind, reminding me of one last pressing issue.

I skirted the crowd, finding Bilev with his meaty arms folded across his chest, a satisfied smile on his face. Reaching out, I tugged his sleeve, timidly drawing his attention. His reaction caught me off guard, and I flinched as he turned, a hearty chuckle rumbling deep in his chest.