Chapter 2: Medora
Calm down, Dexter. The spell might just need more time to activate... For now, I have no choice but to pretend to be Daylan. It's the only option I've got.
Dexter rested his hand on the door handle and took a deep breath.
"I need to understand this world, at least for now—and do whatever I can to get Daylan out of this ridiculous loan... but what was that trial thing he mentioned?"
His mind was at ease, but his body wasn't. His hand trembled as it rested on the handle, he twisted it open.
Before him were Daylan's mother and Zira, clinging to each other on the floor. The moment they noticed him, they rushed forward, checking to see if he was alright.
"Are you alright? Did he touch you?"
Dexter swallowed nervously and gave a firm nod, bowing slightly. He apologized for his earlier behavior, but the sight of their tear-streaked faces made his heart sink.
The love this family had for Daylan was unlike anything Dexter had ever known—not even during the time his parents were alive.
"I promise, I will pass the Fate Trial and pay the debt!" He blurted.
What am I saying?
The mother smiled. "I know you will, Daylan. I know you will."