Knowing

"Hey August! Where are you going?" Darron shouted.

August didn't even looking back and started running faster. People at the street were looking at him with uneasy feeling, a feeling that your flesh would melt. Yes, August presence made the atmosphere become frightening. The busy street started to disperse bit by bit.

August still running, Darron chasing him on the back and ask, "Hey man, why are you alone? Where is Yrtia?"

"Stop following me, Darron! I'm cursed!" August said.

"Okay, but you must tell me where is she?"

"She left an hour ago, going east"

"Ah, okay... you don't need my help for curing, right?" asked Darron

"No, I've got this! Just go!"

Darron stopped his legs, feeling uneasy. He looked at his friend August and then looked to the east. "Why a priest lied?" he thought. August have been with him for around half a year, getting into thick and thin together solving a lot of mission. August usually an honest man through and through. The duo hunted some fierce demon beast together, a solid party of brain and brawn. Demon beast are mutated beast, so not only a human that growing magical but also beasts and plants

"I'll believe in you for now" thought Darron.

Darron started walking back to their hard earned house, yes it was a small two story house with four bedrooms and a living room. There are still August's belongings left at his room, a lot of books and sack of medicinal herb. But a small bags that usually hanged on Yrtia's waist was there on the table, it's full of gold coins. A letter beside it only contain five words "Thank you for the unsealing".

Darron started to panic, he rushed to the attic and found out that their broken sculpture of a thin hand had disappeared. They found the thin hand sculpture at the Forest of Sorrowful Crow a month ago. They found it at the hidden cave where they are hunting down the Two-headed Eagles.

They only know that it's hiding something bad and will be priced high at the auction. But the auctioneer in the city rejects them and said it was a filthy thing and should be destroyed. Darron and August tried to destroy it by force, fire, pressure, acidic liquid but to no avail. And now the thing was disappeared.

Darron was never good at tracking something or someone, he was a believer of fate. All meeting in this world is fate, if you never meet someone again that means your opportunity to meet was run out. Your fate with that someone have been ended, but we never know if its run out so never stop believe the fate ends until the other is dead. Darron believe that but not for Yrtia, he always feels that Yrtia was his fate.

Confused of what to do now, he goes to the Yrtia's direction to the east. A stubborn muscle head always fast at running. For half a day Darron keep running, then he entered the wasteland. A rocky dessert without anything living except him. In his fatigued state he sat down beside a huge rock to recover. "I forgot about her spirit beast mount. It's half a day and haven't catching up" protest Darron.

"Rest time over!" Darron stretch his legs and started running again. A few moments later he saw a silhouette, a woman silhouette that looks familiar. "Yrtia!" shouted Darron

"What are you doing here?" said Yrtia.

"Of course I am looking for you" Darron answered

"Stop right there! And go back!" shouted Yrtia

"What? Why?" Darron confused

"I know you love me, I fucked your friend! Please tell him I love him" Yrtia answered then started to chant some spell.

Darron staggered "What? You lied to" before he finish the sentence a huge white falcon manifested before him and catch him with the claw then fly away.

"I am sorry Darron, our fate ends here. And yes, I lied to you" with tears that started flowing Yrtia began to make an altar at the ground, she then draw some symbol surrounds it. Chants started to flow outside her mouth, when the symbol started to glow bright red she throws the hand statue that landed at the altar smoothly. The ritual has begun.

Darron with depressed look and blank face can't do anything, the spirit eagle's grip is too strong for him. An hour passed, the spirit eagle landed to the yard on his house. "That bastard liar fake priest! I'll kill him!"