Shadow Slave

Eventually, they ran out of food. Ananke's wooden box was now completely empty - except for the plates and cups that Sunny had washed and carefully placed back. There was not even wine left, despite the fact that neither he nor Nephis were fond of alcohol, diluted or not.

The old woman seemed stricken by guilt at the lack of things to feed them... Although she was not that old anymore.

Ananke looked to be in her sixties now. Her figure remained small and gaunt, but her back was as straight as an arrow. The cataracts disappeared from her eyes, revealing their original piercing blue color. The thin white hair of the elderly priestess turned grey and full, and although her tan skin was still mapped with wrinkles, it was not brittle and transparent anymore.

Her frailness and fragility were gone, replaced by wiry tenacity. Overall, she resembled quite a healthy old woman now.

...That old woman was currently pacing the wooden deck, crushed.

"Oh, no. Oh, what a blunder. I should have prepared more..."

Sunny and Nephis looked at each other in confusion. After a few moments of silence, Neph cleared her throat and said:

"Grandm... Ananke. You don't have to worry about us. Sunny and I... we are both used to hunger and hardship. This is nothing."

The old priestess looked at them silently.

"But you are Children of Weaver. How can I..."

Nephis shook her head.

"How do you think Children of Weaver live?"

Ananke fell silent, then said hesitantly:

"I don't know."

Sunny sighed and leaned on the side of the ketch with a smile.

dreadful horrors, clashing with titans, and surviving all kinds of unspeakable things. Hell... that one time,

while, her eyes wide. Finally, she took a deep

the Serpent King, my Lord and Lady... no

Sunny raised an eyebrow.

"Serpent King?"

nodded with a distracted expression on her

King of Twilight. We never met him or his people, but rumors of his deeds reached

back

I met

The old woman froze.

you met the Serpent

He nodded, slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah..."

Sunny looked

"...I killed him."

eyes widened, prompting him to

not like I just killed him for

remained silent for a while,

catch some fish. We will be arriving at Weave soon, but still. My Lord and Lady shouldn't suffer

turned away from them with a determined expression... which

chuckled quietly and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the seven suns on his face. After a few moments, though, he opened them again and glanced

wasn't sure how exactly one went about

Ananke had a very strange idea

bottle, a bundled rope with a jagged hook attached to it, a set of heavy stone weights, and

and climbed onto the helmsman bench, looking at the water from above. When Ananke opened the ceramic vessel, the stench of blood spread through

indeed, full

same time, the ketch suddenly started to slow down, and a subtle, imperceptible change spread through the world. He suddenly did not feel as safe as he had

'Our concealment is broken.'