Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 83

"Nobody truly knows what happened that night." He concludes. "But one thing for sure, after that the Demon Lord has never been seen again, and the Elves went into hiding after losing part of their territory to a fire that lasted three days and nights."

"How dramatic." He shrugs.

"Is what people say, but no matter how it was done it is true that the outcome was the same. What is important to know is that the past has a way of affecting this place even now, above all else... humans tend to forget with their short lives, but most demons... most demons feed on hate and anger, and what better then the memories of past disagreements to fuel that."

So what he is saying is that the past reflects here far more than for humans, and mostly because instead of being something that happened to our grandparents and has been forgotten throughout generations, it actually happened with very still alive demons uhm... the same ones that hold a grudge with past wars and events.

I guess that explains plenty of the ions ongoing rivalry of humanity against demons I supposed... mostly because one does not trust, and the other does not forget.

A deadly combination, carry out until one of the sides are completely annihilated.

Our long conversation thus far, however, is cut shorter than I wished for, to my surprise, once we are finally close enough to be spotted by anyone on the island as well.

"Over there, we can make camp there." Says Ethan without looking down, only pointing in the general direction of a high solitary stone tower, not a touristic attracting type, but one solid and made with purpose, made to sustain assaults and be used as a defensive point against attackers, standing over a pointy cliff overviewing the beach and the rain forest behind it, an imposing structure even now after years of solitary existence, the weed not dismissing its bulky overall view, tall yet with thin windows running alongside its grey put together structure to give the archers a place to shot down on enemies and yet as much protection towards outside as possible, plus the top had long walls with small openings in between for the same purpose, and that’s where I head to.

I fly a few rounds around in the sky before going down to it though to be safe there is no one waiting to ambush us, and once there I have the task of letting go of Ethan without just dropping him, so the rest my wings had thus far from gliding is used up now by having to keep us steady in the air as I lower him down on the ground, speeding my flaps like a humming bird and feeling the burn on the muscles of such usually hidden and idle limbs being overused like this.

Have to train the wings more, ugh, or will have to put Ethan on a diet.

When my feet finally hit the stone ceiling I stretch my wings and back in a succession of cracks and pain jolts of the muscle knots forming there, and seconds later I stretch my hand up so my clothed outer cape robe coils around my arm, its energy depleted from protecting us thus far and in need of a rest and some energy refuel.

With my wings hidden once more, trapped underneath the cloth, I finally let the runes cover vanish and stop using my Mana to keep it up, feeling my body relax a bit after the draining feeling passes.

However I already am the type of never letting my guard down and would not be able to truly relax on such a strange island, but as Ethan looks around and makes sure the place is safe for camping I stop a little to rest after carrying us around in the air and dodging the monsters attacks for so long, and knowing that this would be a long journey resting when able to keep my strengths is the smartest safest bet.

That is the safest and smartest indeed... but I cannot help but feel restless when standing still, my mind full of ideas and worries with one jumping out the most.

Was that fairy really Lily? If so, how did she get here? Did she fall at the same time as I, carried away by the strong winds of that last spell? And if so, how was she doing, was she all right?

What’s more, is she in condition of helping me?

Will I manage to finally find the whereabouts of the Higher Lands? After 18 years of tireless search, of many fruitless information of mere legends and myths regarding the place, maps useless as it came with finding moving islands, all pointless and for naught, all so hopeless...

Until now.

She may be the only link between me and that place, and the biggest hope in finding and saving my mother, so how could I stay calm after all? And yet I should, losing control of oneself never ends well.

That thought makes me cross my arms and grip them strongly. This may be the first concrete step I manage to take in that regard, after all these years of studying and training, of getting stronger to fight back, all of it would be for naught if I can’t even find her, and the skies are too big and wide for a blind search.

I stay there a few minutes, bothered by that knowledge, this mission weighing down more on my shoulders, a heavy reward, my mother’s life and freedom, at stake.

I can feel my tail puff out and my wings fluster with the idea, restless, restless indeed, for I’ve waited far too long for this day already.

And yet I have to be patient and careful not to screw everything up.

Taking me away from my thoughts for a little is Ethan who comes back from the trapdoor, brushing dust off from his shoulders while glancing at me as I rest my back against the more sturdy part of the wall, gazing over the beach and the sea that peeked in between the walls arrow openings. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Is dirty and dusty, the stairs downstairs are broken at the end for the ground floor but I think that with a little cleaning we may be able to use it as a temporary base." I nod, not too worried about it but wanting to retort that we did not need a base, what we needed was to finish this task quickly and swiftly, and yet I refrain from doing so, knowing for a fact that we should be careful about this, but too eagerly too for wanting, with the two opposite wishes and forces pulling at my chest at that moment.

He does not comment when I got back to my short cold responses, and neither of us would have the time anyway when something in the sea caught our eyes, or rather, our ears as we both raise our eyebrows and glance at the silver blue pool of water.

And at the cultivator huffing and swimming at full speed towards the island.