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Faylon was mixing a potion to stop the boll weevils from eating his gardenias when he heard a banging on his door.
“Open your door, Faylon! I need your aid!”
It was Gavis, but why would an eternal need his help? He opened his door to see Gavis with a gray hue about him looking angry, and desperate.
“What happened? Where is Renae?”
“Renae expired at the hands of Chorlisr. He sent blasted devil wasps to swarm her. After her expiration, he sent them after me, but I ran, and was stung less than Renae. Those wasps still infected me, and I need you to cure me of the magick venom.”
Faylon knew of the spell, and was shocked at the occurrence.
“Only dark faction witches and warlocks would ever use the Hornets of Disintegration summon. Chorlisr wasn’t alone. Was there an elder soul with him?”
“A group of Ktaldeik Protectors accompanied him. Although there was an old, gray-bearded man with them. He must have been the warlock.” Gavis walked deeper into Faylon’s abode, and dropped to his knees. Faylon hurried to hold him upright.
“You are very lucky in your despair, Gavis. Killing an eternal is extremely arduous on the hornets so you were not poisoned enough to expire quickly. If you do not take away the magick venom, eventually you will cease to exist,” Faylon gravely said. “I know of a remedy, but you will sleep for longer than a human will live. Your revenge will be for naught for Chorlisr will be dead for ten centuries, a chiliad, before you awaken.”
Gavis became very bitter at the results of the cure. He wanted Chorlisr to pay.
“I cannot destroy the one who killed my mate, but he will become immortal in the human sense with his offspring. His actions will be worse than losing his life by my hand. I will end his entire genealogical line of existence. He will become the ancestor to any cursed descendants he will have. I will destroy his lineage. Keep me existing, Faylon. I do not care about the consequence of the healing. Even iIf I lose an arm, keep me living. I have a vendetta to keep.”
Faylon knew he was serious. The crippling after result of the cure would be his gender affection switch, but he would be too busy trying to hunt, and slay to even think about his strange enamor conundrum. Faylon would be too dead to reveal the debilitating result when he became conscious again anyway so he just didn’t tell him.
“You will be in a cave in the mountain range for the duration. As you know, a mountain range evolves very slowly, and even water will eat away ground. You should be safe in a mountainous cavern.”
As Gavis nodded in agreement, he began to waiver.
“Enough explanation. I need yak hair, wolfsbane, and hemlock root to cure you. Once you slip into extended slumber, we will never see each other again. When you awaken, the world will be very different. You will be eternal once more, and able to wreak your vengeance. I will return.” Faylon left his cottage to retrieve the items from his magick cellar.
Vengeance kept Gavis mobile for the time of Faylon’s absence. He didn’t want to slip before his vindictive balance happened. Renae had to be avenged.
Faylon came back with the items, and put them in a caldron.
“This mixture will be very difficult to ingest without spewing the contents all over the ground. I need the fermented honey from mead to keep the contents in your stomach. I know that your form can withstand snake venom, however, you form has been drastically altered.”
“Mead will not inebriate me. I am eternal.”
“You were eternal,” Faylon corrected him. “You will experience inebriation in your altered form. You are probably feeling a nauseous state you have never felt before.”
Gavis had experienced countless occurrences before, but feeling mortality was very foreign to him.
“Nauseous is what you call this hindering uncomfortable feeling? Cure me quickly, Faylon. I cannot see how a mortal can survive this for any time.”
“When the sun reaches the tree line, you will be able to drink your cure, I will prepare my ass to take you to the cave. I need to monitor you so you do not slumber because if you sleep before you take the cure, you will sleep until you become dust.”
Gavis never felt fatigue, or queasiness before. This hornet venom was slowly reverting his immortality to a mortal doom.
“How do you live this way? Knowing death is your final result, and constantly battling unrest, and things that can kill you instantly?” Gavis was in a conundrum.
As Faylon put the potion in a goblet, and put it in the sun, he spoke.
“Being mortal is just accepted by us. We just live until we do not anymore. We know death is a promise to us so we have no question about our finality. It is what we do between birth and death that matters to us. Our accomplishments can become immortal.
Now come. I‘ll be outside preparing Elizabeth to drag you to the mountain to rest.”
They both went outside, and Faylon put a hitch on Elizabeth, and crafted a makeshift, sturdy drag transport out of the thicker branches from the surrounding wood strapped with leather.
It took until twilight to accomplish the task for their long journey. Faylon had to get a water pouch, and a bow with arrows to kill to eat during the journey. The potion was cool enough to ingest for Gavis so he brought out the goblet.
“This will be the last time we can speak to each other. Do you have any other requests?”
“You have done more than enough, Faylon. You cannot overthrow the Protectors so there is nothing more. Goodbye, give me the potion.”
Faylon gave him the goblet. He drank the bitter potion, and began to lose consciousness. His next awakening will have one purpose. To destroy Chorlisr’s descendants.
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