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Raziel and Daren were her close friends, but their names were now on the "Wanted" list the Nujelm guards had handed out door by door. Neal's pigeon also arrived, not only confirming that Raz and Daren had forsaken the ways of Nature, but also the news of his resignation. After Erik Stanqis had passed away, these three had been her remaining tie with the Order of Nature. Neal and Daren had been the most faithful, and Raz the most pure and kind. How could she lose them all in a matter of 3 nights?

Viola's tea worked wonder, as usual, in its unique and mysterious ways.

It had made Bella stay in bed for a couple more days. She felt so ill that she spent most of the days sleeping and had no energy to rush into action. By the time she recovered her strength, she also discovered her resolution to this disastrous situation. Neal had gotten himself an one-way boat fare with no retuning date, but it had a departure date! Bella put the letter in her journal, burnt the town notice, and sailed for Britain.

The town smelled foul.
It was filled with rotten smell of death and it unsettled her Nightmare. But she must find Neal, even if she had to trot over dead bodies and burnt houses. Finally she found him at the North building of Britain, and there she met Shednil.

Shednil had awaken in her room earlier that day in the temple, she felt confused and sad that she was unable to help her friends that only wished the world good.
She got dressed and walked out of her room, looking at the long dark hall in front of her, it felt so empty as she made her way through it, only hearing her own footsteps as she looked at the names at the different rooms, names of friends she was not even sure if she would see again.
It was hard to feel Gaea within her at this time, the steps up the stairs felt as an eternity while the thoughts of the past days kept her confused, she could still not understand how it could have come to this, could it really be Gaea's wish?

She finally found herself at the altar and felt relived as she fell down to her knees before it, holding one hand on the edge of it as she prayed for answers, guidance and at the end just a sign. She looked up at it, it felt cold.



The altar that had just weeks before filled the room with light and serenity as her godess more clearly then ever spoke with her. It told her of the darkness to come and that she need to stay strong in herself and her faith to Gaea.
Something was not right, she got back up to her feet and decided she need to find someone, there must be someone else in the order she could speak with?
It was three days ago she had spoken with Lila, their leader and one she look up to. Lila that always wanted the best for their order and was always there to help her, Lila had now asked her to help her in return.
To help both Lila and most of her order that joined the cult in order to destroy Dennac. Shednil was asked to come with them and be strong, just as Gaea asked her to be. To fill her friends with faith and remember them of the warmth and love of Gaea even as they sworn to follow a god of darkness. Shednil was not sure how she would be able to help them, she used to talk of Gaea and her ways to everyone that would like to listen but she was not sure she would be strong enough to resist the power of Dennac once she opened herself to him.

When she reached Britain she saw Neal fighting against the plagues and sickness that was brought upon the city, The only one she seen that was still in the order after all that had happened.
Shednil was filled with faith and happiness once again as she spoke with him and he's friend Bella even if it was short lived when he told her what he planned.

In her dream, there was this face of a girl, weary and longing. How difficult it must have been for Shednil, Bella thought. While the men devoted themselves in battles - in the name of their deity - the women could only helplessly pray and wait. Bella Pious had known this feeling too well. "Miss Shednil, lets walk you home. Nothing works better than some food and a good night sleep. Tomorrow you will feel better." She remembered herself having told the girl so when they had seen Neal off that day.

And yet her own rest would not come to her, every morning she woke up feeling tired. Today in between her patient appointments, she found herself wandered to Yew. There, she paid the stable master to look after her mare, bought a few freshly made local bread and cheese, and took a little walk towards the Temple of Gaea. Its peacefulness made Bella watch her steps. She walked lightly, afraid to bring noise to the chirping of the birds. The temple was bright and airy, and in there breezes of spring brought in sweet scent of unknown flowers. Bella found a bench and sat there with her eyes closed, meditating for a moment of peace.

A soft voice whispered to her. "It is so good to see you here. How are you?"
Bella opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Shednil. "Miss Shednil. I am fine. How are you?"
"I am better now, thank you. You looked very troubled. What was on your mind?" Shednil asked.
"Just worried about my friends. Any news from Neal?" Bella asked hopefully.
Shednil shook her head. "Though I'd very much like to have him here with me this very moment."

Bella nodded. "Would you be so kind to... show me his room?" she pleaded. The women walked down to the private corridor under the main floor. It felt cold and their small steps made echo in the empty hallway. Most rooms with name tags were empty, unwanted and deserted, but Neal's room still had temperature. It was very simple, tidy, and homely. The women stayed in that room for a bit, as if they tried to remember him hard enough, he would return.

OK. This woman is not going to let him rest tonight, or so it seems. Talerco Pious grunted and gave up. This is worse than battle nights, he thought. His wife had been moaning and turning in her sleep for the past few nights, and often muttered the names of other men. Well, Raziel was a boy, and Daren too old. When the name changed to Neal, Talerco raised a disapproving brow but chose to ignore that. He knew it would be pointless to convince her to not think of them at a time like this. But it did start to concern him now, that his woman was obviously killing herself slowly. She did not seem to enjoy her food anymore, hardly slept, and was getting thinner. However, she still went out everyday for most of the day to tend to her patients. Now she is muttering something about "temple". Something has to be done, Talerco decided. Judging the sun was about to raise, he might as well get up and practice his archery, while clearing his thought.

[Continued as "Measurement for War"]

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