As we walked through the forest once more, along the banks of Zephyrus Creek, I finally got up the nerve to ask Melody where her weapons were.
“I don’t know” she said “I’ve been trying to figure that out ever since we left the Elder Tree. I can’t remember anything beyond the few minutes before I was sucked into the Tree. All I can remember is that feeling of betrayal.”
The pain in Melody’s voice was deep, but it didn’t seem to affect her, at least on the outside. “We’ll find them Melody, it’s not like they’re gone for good.” I said, Melody blew a strand of hair out of her face “I wouldn’t get your hopes up. Arborus and Silvae are powerful weapons, filled with the very spirit of nature itself, they would be heavily protected, if not destroyed.”
A scream rang out behind us. Flare was on her knees, her body trembling, and her nails digging into the ground. Her eyes were glowing pure gold. She screamed again and Melody sung into action. She had obviously had seen this before. “What’s happening to her!?!?” cried Grace. Melody placed her arm around Flare’s shoulder and pulled her close to her chest. Flare’s nails dug into her arm, drawing ichor, the golden blood of an immortal.
“She’s having a vision, and by her reaction, a bad one.” Said Melody, through gritted teeth. Suddenly the golden glow faded and Flare’s eyes returned to normal and she collapsed into Melody’s chest, tired and scared. She saw the cuts on Melody’s arm and scrambled away, out of Melody’s grip.
“I’m so sorry! I-I-I-” she stammered to a halt as Melody put her finger over her lips. “Shh, calm down. It’ll heal,” even as she spoke, the cuts were healing up and become little white scars, then fading completely. “Flare, what did you see?” she asked. Flare’s navy blue eyes were wide with fear. “Death. Traps, a forest temple, just to the south of here, I think, and blood lots of blood. I also saw your bow and dagger.”
A gasp escaped Melody’s lips. “I feared that,” she said “Arborus and Silvae are in the Forest Temple of Pan, God of the Wild.”