Rian was walking back to her small cabin from the village when she found him. The woods around her home were inhabited only by small animals. It was more than a day’s walk to the village and there was no road or other path, so she had never seen another person out here. Yet it was the fact that he was wearing the green and black colors of the Terrgat that truly unnerved her.
Ever since she had had to flee from her last home, this day haunted her thoughts. She had refused to form new ties because of it. Only making trips to the village when she was desperate for supplies, no one there knew who she was or even where she lived. Just another crazy hermit in the woods or the caves. She had offered her services to no one, so there wasn’t anyone to depend upon her. All of this was to make it easy to run again. And running is precisely what she should do. If there was one Terrgat – even if he was unconscious and perhaps injured – there would be more.
Despite all of that, she did not relish the idea of leaving. Why was the Terrgat here? She had been extremely careful; there was no reason for them to suspect her presence. Maybe his presence was merely a coincidence. Perhaps they weren’t looking for her. Could she stay after all?
It was foolish, she knew. Even if he was here by accident, she should not take the chance. And yet the mystery intrigued her. It was probably the isolation. The ideal mage life of solitary study, unimpeded by social obligations, had never quite fit her. Rian always enjoyed contact with others, cooperative endeavors. These past several years spent almost entirely alone had worn her down. Finding out why this Terrgat was here, and how he had gotten injured, excited her far more than it should.
She could see he was still breathing. Getting closer, blood was evident on his brow, but it was not much. He might have hit his head on a rock, but that still didn’t explain his presence. If she wanted answers, she would need to ask him. That meant bringing him back to her cabin where she could tend to his wound properly.
He was not a very large man, maybe not even as tall as she was, though it was difficult to tell while he was prone. Still, she had no intention of carrying him. The levitation spell was simple. It would make him light enough to pull without much effort at all. However, though it was one of the first spells she had learned, it would not work. Only after several attempts did she remember the medallion, the Terrgat’s secret weapon against mages, making them immune to magic directed at them. Secret, that is, until word spread about them after the catastrophe that brought down Cepheus’ kingdom.
She pulled the chain over his head and stared at the circular piece. Gold, emerald, and onyx, just as it had been described to her. Holding it made her feel a little dizzy. The magic that normally infused her was silent, she realized after a moment. Its absence seemed to unmoor her from the world, and she dropped the disk. Having one of these, studying how it worked, was tempting. But it frightened her as well. She wished she could send it far away, but she had no means to do so. She left it where it lay.
The levitation spell worked easily now, and she resumed her journey home, the unconscious Terrgat in tow. It was almost certainly a mistake. But it was also a chance at information she might never have again. And anyway, life had gotten too boring.