Snippet #2656157

The trek through the snow covered mountains was taking more of a toll than he had ever believed it would. He had to give Jacob credit. While he didn’t look like much and was weaker than most of the people he knew physically, his endurance for stuff like this was uncanning. It made sense given the fact that this is where he had been “found.” It certainly had been where he was raised his entire life.

But in a way it also worried him. While both he and Sylvana could defeat him on a physical level and magically level, when both of their heads were clear; out here being worn out left them at a great disadvantage. One in which Jacob had the upper hand in every category. Needless it say it was disturbing having to put so much trust in a person who wanted them dead, especially him.

The black magic user watched and listened to the exchange between brothers. Again while he didn’t much trust Jacob anymore most of the things he said about being out here were correct. He, himself, had been raised in the woods. He’d learned to live off the land from the cradle. But out here was completely different. The hunter in him said to store as much as they could, which included wood, so likely he was going to be the pack mule. He wasn’t going to complain about it. It was just going to leave him at more of a disadvantage. Of course, once they reached the Witches’ Fortress, any of them could just teleport to someplace where there was wood and come back. A relief on not having to travel back down and back up over and over again. Being a witch had its advances sometimes. At least when one wasn’t being hunted for having been born different.

“When we’re done eating I’ll go out and hunt as well as bring more wood back for the journey.”



Sylvana listened to Wyatt’s words knowing they were more than what they were. He was telling her to be careful when he stepped out. Jacob could try anything to the two left here. Or he could simply not allow the black witch back into the cave and let him die. But it was a risk they had to take if they wanted to survive the rest of the journey.

She didn’t have to like it and she didn’t. But she would suffer it in silence because she had to. She took a deep breath to settle her stomach. She really didn’t want to be left alone with the gray witch. Jasper was one thing. Jacob was a whole other monster.

A few minutes later she realized that she was being spoken to and she turned to the healer with a small smile on her face. He didn’t need to worry about where her thoughts traveled to. He had enough on his plate to deal with. Being blood related to Jacob was hard enough. Having shared a womb was another story entirely.

The young woman nodded her head. No need to make life any more difficult. “I’m good. Really. Just tired. More than I should be. Once we get to the Fortress I’ll get lots of sleep, but until then I’m good. Stop worrying so much. You’re a good healer. I’m going to live.”