Chapter 46: Being Enough

The irreplaceable flask full of the cure had been hit in the heat of the battle and now, only a few mouthfuls of the cure remained, precariously sitting in the only unshattered part of the container.

“No,” Aedan gasped.

Brennus fell to his knees.

“We only had one day left,” Aedan shook his head.

“Do it again,” Hoffman suggested. “We got the herbs easily enough this time…”

No,” Arras said, standing with the curved bottom of the flask. “Everything had to be done a certain way. The herbs, the water, drying, and mixing…everything had to be done at a specific time, during a specific year, and in a specific place. We would have to wait numerous centuries before trying again.”

“And I’d be gone by then…” Taigh lifted his sad eyes to his brother. Tristana looked away. “I don’t have any potion left. I’ve become mortal already.”

Arras grabbed his brother’s arm, “The Swords…they followed through with their threat? They won’t give you any more potion.”