“Stick with me, Emilie. We’re going to get you someplace secure.”

“Protected?”

“Sure, princess. Protected.”

She grunted as I picked her up, one arm underneath her knees and the opposite round her shoulders. I began to stroll towards the door when she started to cry, hand flailing to the aspect.

“Shh, I do know. I do know. I’m not going to allow them to damage you once more.”

Emilie tried to talk, however her lips had been so dry; I couldn’t make out any of what she mentioned. The harpy appeared on her different aspect and held her hand, the one which had been flailing. She pressed a small bottle into Emilie’s hand and, as she introduced it to her lips, I might see the clear substance.

I waited patiently whereas Emilie drank the water. As soon as she completed, she licked her lips and returned her gaze to me.

“Tunnels,” she whispered. Her voice was nonetheless weak.

I nodded, fortunately giving her something she requested for. “In fact. We are able to go to the cavern and use the tunnels. Glorious thought, princess.”

The mountain shook once more, and I regarded towards the door. I used to be keen to depart, however Emilie was nonetheless struggling in my arms. She swung her arm once more, again to the nook of the room she’d been mendacity in.

Pointing. She was pointing.

“What’s it?” I requested.

“Tunnels,” she repeated. “There.”

I slowly stood her on her ft the place she wobbled however remained upright. Then I strode for the nook of the room to analyze. It took a number of moments earlier than I spotted what she needed me to see.

“My gods,” I mentioned, working a hand alongside the faint traces of runes. Historic markings that had light over centuries. I acknowledged them as the identical ones from the Scholar’s Cavern.

I peered behind me to seek out her faintly smiling. We had been getting out of right here.

Digging in my pocket, I wrapped my fingers across the tiny vial of Reyna’s blood. I felt Emilie transfer nearer to look at.

“I simply must cowl the runes with it?” I needed to double test. We couldn’t get it improper with so little blood to work with.

Emilie nodded. “Sure. Be sure to fill all of them in.”

I fastidiously wetted my index finger and traced every rune, making certain all of them had been sufficiently lined. As soon as I completed, I sat again, ready for an indication that it had labored.

The runes turned darkish, by some means even darker than the partitions of the mountain already had been. They crackled as skinny strains started to unfold within the wall like shattered glass. The cracking continued till your entire wall appeared to rumble and the fissures expanded to stipulate the form of an arched doorway. Increasingly more tiny crevices appeared till, lastly, the wall fell like rubble to the ground.

The room descended into silence, and I stared into the black depths of the outlet in entrance of us.

Emilie appeared at my aspect, linking her arm in mine and sighing in aid. “You probably did it.”

She rubbed her throat, and I had the impulse to test her for accidents. Her again had been nothing however blood and harsh scars after I’d final seen her. I gently touched her again, and she or he didn’t flinch. “Are you…alright?”

She nodded. “Sure, I’m…I’m feeling a lot better.” She glanced towards the harpy and I adopted her gaze.

“That wasn’t simply water, was it?” I requested.

The harpy responded with a tender smile.

We didn’t have time to query how the harpy had entry to such magical treatments. Maybe she labored with the healers and had entry to their storerooms. Regardless, I used to be grateful she had come to our rescue.

“I’ll stroll,” Emilie mentioned as I went to hold her once more.

“Are you certain?”

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