Chapter 6

Chapter 6

 I’ve made it to Yveskin. Now, all I need to do is search. Cliff must be around here somewhere. I’ve got 3 hours before sunrise. I need to act fast. 

Polaris searched the ruined castle of Yveskin, hoping to find his former master alive and well. Though all he would find is disappointment.

Where . . . where is he?

Polaris lifted rubble that had fallen from the ceiling. The castle was falling apart ever since the battle. And soon enough, he found who he was looking for. He found The Harvester of Sorrow, lying beneath the rubble. His soul faded away. Polaris fell to his knees in front of the corpse. If only I was here sooner, than he wouldn’t be dead. Polaris thought to himself. He pitied the old fool, but also blamed himself for being so slow with the medicine gathering. He needed to be faster. He only had 3 hours until sunrise, and it took him 5 hours to get here. He needed to go faster. Rush, like Scrambler. He thought to himself. But it was too late to save The Harvester. “Cliff, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left.” he said to himself. The ceiling above him was crumbling, falling apart. A part of the ceiling fell, making a perfect circle around the full moon. Polaris looked up at the moon. Just like the day we met, huh? He thought to himself. He raised his graying snout into the air, and howled. Peprekas were not known to carry instincts over from dogs. Polaris had done this without thought, as a tribute to his master. The old fool who one day ruled a kingdom. The old fool who once fed off of Polaris’ pain and grief of his dead family. The old fool who had once used Polaris’ for his own gain. The old fool who was now dead, the secrets of misery kept with him till the ends of time. Polaris got up, dusting off his knees. Time to go home. He thought to himself. He’d make it in those 3 hours. He just had to go fast. Be quicker than when he helped Draven. That’s all that he needed. Speed.