9 - A Costly Grant

They stepped into a part of the cave and a curtain was swept aside gently for them to see the Channeller.

Alaris stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with a sense of familiarity.

“You,” he said.

The light skinned woman that was lying on the bed looked up at him. Her eyes were deep into their sockets and her skin seemed too light to cover her bones entirely away.

Her sickness must be grave.

That made Belladonna worried about her abilities, but now with Alaris words, that wasn't the only thing she was curious about.

Who was this woman to Alaris? He seemed to know her?

“Mother?” The word was a light whisper, there was doubt etched in there somewhere but there was the person presently in front of him that was putting that doubt at a conflict.

With the help of Leader Tyrek, she sat up on the bed and she blinked. A gentle smile caressed her lips as she focused on Alaris. “I have no children.”

“You look like my mother. An older version of her.”

“You must be speaking of my twin sist