Mom was making a valiant effort, but I could see through it.
“And remember to write,” she said holding my hands in hers, her eyes inkling with tears even in the silver glow of the night. “Write me every six days or I swear that I will come to Madua myself and I will-”
“No need to finish that though,” Dad interjected, hugging us both. “You be a good girl, will you? Take care, and do not wait too long before coming back.”
“It’s just for a few months,” I promised, trying to speak clearly through Dad’s bear hug. “We will be back before next summer, I swear.”
“With your book,” Dad reminded me. “I am eager to read it.”
“Yes, and I will make sure you have the best paper for it, and the best copying masters for hand-writing!” Mom assured me through her tears, now spilling all over her face. “Everything will be ready.”
“Mom, I don’t doubt it! But we really must go, or they might catch us!”
She let go. Kishirra waited patiently on the sidelines, her weapon strapped to her back. She wore her brigandine. We had repaired it the best we could, but it still missed most of its plates. She was confident we would not need them, though.
My parents walked the last few steps separating me from the Elf, and with one final hug, they said goodbye.
“You take good care of her,” Dad said looking Kishirra in the eye. Even by night, it was easy to see her cheeks darken a little.
“To the best of my abilities. And a little further, whenever I can.”
“Good answer,” he nodded. “Ouch,” he excused himself, rubbing at his eyes. “More of that furnace soot, apologies…”
“Stay safe, and stay on the road, and… oh, Lugana!” Mom hugged me one last time. “I am so proud of you. I was so worried and now… oh, look at you. So proud.” She kissed my forehead and, batting her eyelids like crazy, stepped back.
“We will be back soon,” I reassured them. I felt pinpricks in my eyes as well. “Sooner than you think.”
“It would be a great honour to greet you two in the Holy Land,” Kishirra assured them as I reached her. “Please do consider that.”
“Maybe in a few years,” Dad said. “Still have a business to run.”
“But we will consider it,” Mom assured, entwining her fingers with his.
“I will write! Heeeave-ho!” I said as I put my backpack on. “We are going to take frequent breaks, right?”
“Whenever we can,” Kishirra reassured me, running her fingers through my hair.
“Expect my first letter when we reach Candéa. You two be safe as well!” I waved at them. I felt like running back, hugging them again – but it was time to go.
Time to make another first step.
Kishirra and I left, climbing uphill as the night spread on. I kept turning and waving at my parents – Mom held up her hand as if to reach to me until the first road curve hid them from sight.
As it did, I glanced at Kishirra.
“That’s it then.”
“That is the start,” she replied with a smile, reaching out to hold my hand.
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Long lost saint Kishirra. Was she lost in Luganas eyes lol
You can definitely say that! But there will be a few subtle revelations about the long game of Ansàrra and the ultimate destiny of these two in the next novel...
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@Sonicautobot can't say anything more than that right now. I suppose you will see... shortly.
omg late again but its nice to see such a lovely story come to an end (time jump)
Thanks a lot for your comment! I am glad you liked it! Anything you appreciated in particular?
It's not the end, it's just a beginning. A nice story! Thanks for sharing it.
Thanks a lot for commenting! And yes, it's not the end. Judging from my writing list and publishing schedule it's really just the very beginning...
Thank you for reading! I hope you will stick around for the next series!
Thank you for the story!
Thank you for reading and for your comment! May I know which was the part you liked the most? It will help me a lot with my future writing!