Chapter 27

As we travelled from the human capital back to my home, I noticed that Monica wasn’t well. I had asked her about it, but she simply waved it off as nothing, but as we went on, her health deteriorated. Two days away from the castle, we made camp by an oak tree.

At noon I walked into her tent. Her breathing was heavy, and her skin was pale. The wound on her side had grown and dark veins spread from it to the rest of her body. She was slowly turning into the monsters we had fought against. I couldn’t help but question if it was all worth it or if there was something I could have done differently to make sure that Monica would remain human.

“Hey, lets go for a walk,” she said, stretching out her hand towards me.

“I don’t think you should be moving in your condition.”

“Please Leon.”

I helped her up and walked by her side to steady her. Outside her tent we sat underneath an old oak tree. She placed her head on my shoulder and lay silently. Her breath shallow.