by T.M. Nielsen
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The first month with Creteloc in Valhara passed quickly. Neither Alric, nor Kyrin, wanted to get into the deity fight so nothing was said. Kyrin never saw Creteloc but often felt like she was being watched. Alric could still feel the evil presence in his kingdom, but he agreed with his god when Sithias said to let her stay.
Kyrin’s stress level still grew though, and the priests were no longer allowed to be around her. Her flail was locked up in the weapon’s room, and because of her small frame, she was finding it hard to walk, let alone fight, so she agreed to leave it there for safe keeping.
Each night, Creteloc returned to her hut and slept while Alric and his knights watched over Kyrin.
“Priestess Creteloc.” Daemionis’ voice echoed through her small hut, and she sprung to her feet.
“My Lord?”
“Kyrin is in the woods.”
Creteloc stood up straight. “Where?”
“Find her.”