Nobody's Hero by Quentin Kilgore

Author:Quentin Kilgore [Kilgore, Quentin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, R18
Publisher: Quentin Kilgore
Published: 2021-12-19T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THEY TRAVELED IN the shade of aspens for most of the day, skirting the base of forested hills. The flying orb was in the back of Brune’s mind the whole time. Whenever he looked through the leafy branches at patches of blue sky, he half expected to see it.

When the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the terrain, they came upon a meadow. A chilly breeze stirred the dry yellow grass and the hum of crickets filled the air. They made a campfire beside a large boulder.

Phia watched Brune tend to the fire while Lilly wandered around, picking a purple-flowered herb.

“I can’t believe we’re going to see my uncle tomorrow,” Phia said.

“If he really is your uncle,” Brune said.

“You don’t think he is?”

“I don’t know… I’m suspicious. I want to talk to him.”

Endellion sipped her tea and listened with a stony face. “I’ve actually looked into it already.”

Brune looked at her blankly. “What?”

“Yeah. Remember when I stopped at the messengers’ office in Farsh?”

“When you sent the note to your mother,” Phia said.

“Yeah. I didn’t send a note to my mother. I sent one to a detective friend.”

Brune looked at Endellion in disgust. “Do you always lie to your fellow party members?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“What exactly did you tell this detective?”

“I just asked him to look into Rowkis Fragan. See what he could find. He has a lot of connections.”

Phia stared at the elf with her big doe eyes. “Endellion, you mean… you were thinking about rescuing me too?”

Endellion gave her a strange look and then stared at the fire.

Lilly skipped up and plunked down bunches of the purple flowers. “There. Isobello Herb. Now we have plenty of ingredients, Phia. We can make some potions. Do you think we have time, Lord Brune?”

“Absolutely. Go for it, Lilly.”

“Thank you. Endellion, may I use your pot?”

“Of course.”

The fairy and the cat girl put a blanket down and laid out all the herbs and flowers they’d collected. The work quickly put them into a chatty mood.

“Maybe you should send your mother a letter, anyway, Endellion,” Phia said. “She probably misses you. I’d like to send a letter to Sister Cassia, tell her about all my adventures.”

“My mother doesn’t miss me.”

“She doesn’t?”

“No, she’s dead. Butchered in front of me when I was a girl, along with my father.”

The dark elf stared at the crackling fire, her eyes wide and weary.

“Oh, Endellion… I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Endellion said scornfully. “It was a long time ago.”

Forgetting the potion-making, Phia absentmindedly pinched her fingers. “W-was it in the Orc Wars?”

“No. That was before my time. It wasn’t orcs or men. It was the Evolrik family. They hated the Grimholds because we always came out on top—in business, breeding, politics, warfare. By getting my parents out of the way, the Evolriks could be supreme.”

Brune grunted and shook his head. “You dark elves are a vicious lot.”

“You should talk,” Endellion said. “You’re part dark elf yourself.”

Brune nodded. “That I am.”

Phia and Lilly eyed Brune. He already regretted the turn the conversation was taking.

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