Uncharted Fates- Part 6

The wooden boards bounced beneath our feet as we dashed along the docks. Our eyes searched the area for Lyle and Wylie. The sun beat down, no clouds to block it. The waves sloshed against the anchored boats with the gulls calling overhead. And the smell of rotten fish overwhelmed the docks. That was typical for a working-class dock. The nobles liked to dumb their waste into the surrounding waters.

“Up ahead, on the left,” Fletcher shouted and he picked up his pace.

My eyes followed his instructions and a grin broke out across my face. Wylie stood on the deck, waving his arm at us. Lyle leaned against one of the masts of the ship. Thank goodness they were both safe. I can’t say the same for all of us. My eyes flickered over to the back of Fletcher’s head then down to my left wrist.

On the end where my mate scar was closest to my hand was a thick, gray scale covering one of the curved points. The Puruowick Scale. I lowly hissed through clenched teeth. Though it might not had happened in the arena, my father might accomplish his goal after all. I just hoped I was the only causality.

Reaching the small, but well-maintained ship, Wylie tossed down a coarse rope while Lyle alerted the captain. By the time we had both climbed up the rope the ship was already moving. Once I was on deck, I gave each of my brothers a hug.

“I’m glad you both made it out ok,” I said.

“I don’t think you are as relieved as we are,” Wylie pushed my shoulder. He glanced over my shoulder at Fletcher. “Thanks for helping with that,”

Lyle began to grumble as I turned towards Fletcher. I winced and sighed. I had to check if he had it. “Let me see your mate scar,” I held my hand out for Fletcher’s right wrist.

“Why?” He asked.

“Just let me see it,” I snatched his wrist as I used my other hand to tug off his glove.

“What’s the big deal?” Fletcher growled, trying to free his hand.

I succeeded in removing his glove. In the same area as mine was a small, thick gray scale. My stomach twisted as I dropped his hands. My eyes cast down to the deck, tears pricking at the corners. I blinked several times. My nostrils flared. Snarling, I kicked the side of the railing. Why hadn’t I warned him about the monster sooner?

Grabbing my shoulders, Fletcher yanked me in front of him. “What’s wrong with you?” 

“We’re both infected,”

“How?”

“That spiked ball you pulled out of my leg was filled with poison,” My voice rose with each word. I flexed my fingers. How I wished they were around my father’s neck.

Fletcher released me and ran one of his hands through his hair. His eyes studied the ground. A grimace on his face.

“I’m sure it will all be ok. We just have to get the antidote. What do we need Evelyn?” Wylie walked over and rested a hand on each of our shoulders.

“As far as I know there is no cure for Puruowick Scale,”

“What?” Lyle shouted as he came up behind Wylie who dropped his hands.

“How long do we have?” Fletcher meet my eyes.

“I don’t know, it varies person by person. Some people have lived for years and some only a month,” I scowled.

Fletcher breathed heavily in and out through his nostrils. “What do you know?”

“That giant creature you saw is called a Puruowick. They are dangerous, but will only spit out their poison balls if they see the glow from a mate scar,” I held up my wrist, the scar glowing faintly in the overcast. “They are half blind, but the glow causes them to go permanently blind for as long as they see it and thus it enrages them. The poison will eventually cause a gray scale to completely cover the mate scar. So, it will no longer blind them and results in the person’s death,”

Fletcher examined and poked at the gray scale on his right inner wrist, his brow furrowed.

“Evelyn, does your master know anything about the Puruowick Scale?” Wylie asked.

“He might and at the very least he should know some people who do know more. Finding him is going to be a bit tricky. He’s always on the move, but I have a lot of contacts all over. Where are we heading?” I asked.

“Fandra Isle,”

“The Honor in Arms should be able to help locate him too, they are currently at Fandra Isle. So, we should meet up with them,” Fletcher said.

Wylie nodded in agreement. “Lyle let’s go see if we can help the crew,” He pulled Lyle back with him who sneered at Fletcher.

“So, am I actually going to be introduced to people this time?” I crossed my arms across my chest and tilted my head. My eyes on Fletcher.

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about that whole incident. I shouldn’t have said those things or handled it that way. I should have explained to you why I couldn’t be with you then instead of what I did,” He frowned, his eyes drooping.

“Yes, an explanation would have been much better,”

“I can explain it to you now,” He took two steps towards me. His eyes boring into mine.

“I forgive you for the past and I am willing to set it aside to find a cure, but I’m not ready to consider anything else,”

“Alright, will you ever be willing to hear me out?”

“Yes, at some point I want an explanation, but that won’t mean I’m open to being together or something,”

“Ok. Just let me know when you’re ready,” He started to walk past, but stopped when he was beside me. He squeezed my shoulder and then started to go on to another part of the ship.

“Fletcher,” I turned slightly so I could clearly see him.

He stopped and turned towards me.

“I’m sorry for all this. The infection I mean. If I had been more cautious or warned you sooner-“

“Stop!” He advanced towards me and stopped one step away. He slowly raised his hand to cup the left side of my face. “I don’t want you apologizing to me unless you’re at fault for something. The blame for all this lies with the stupid noble who suggested using a Puruowick and all the other ones who agreed. You got that?”

“Yes,” I give him a half smile which he returned. He removed his hand and went back on his way.

I walked over to the edge of the ship and pressed my head into the railing. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t my father just have left me alone? Why did Fletcher have to come back? Why did he have to reject me in the first place?

“Oh, your daughter has a mate scar! What a lucky girl you are to be insured someone who will love you,”

“Listen child the bulk of us are not as fortunately as you! We had to search, some of us scratch and claw are way to obtaining some ounce of love. Some people never even achieved it. But you, you have been handed it on a golden, bejeweled platter! I wish my love life would have been as simple as yours,”

“Listen dear, our folk have it so much easier. I was fated for my husband and none of our friends come even close to being as happy as we are,”

The wooden boards bounced beneath our feet as we dashed along the docks. Our eyes searched the area for Lyle and Wylie. The sun beat down, no clouds to block it. The waves sloshed against the anchored boats with the gulls calling overhead. And the smell of rotten fish overwhelmed the docks. That was typical for a working-class dock. The nobles liked to dumb their waste into the surrounding waters.

“Up ahead, on the left,” Fletcher shouted and he picked up his pace.

My eyes followed his instructions and a grin broke out across my face. Wylie stood on the deck, waving his arm at us. Lyle leaned against one of the masts of the ship. Thank goodness they were both safe. I can’t say the same for all of us. My eyes flickered over to the back of Fletcher’s head then down to my left wrist.

On the end where my mate scar was closest to my hand was a thick, gray scale covering one of the curved points. The Puruowick Scale. I lowly hissed through clenched teeth. Though it might not had happened in the arena, my father might accomplish his goal after all. I just hoped I was the only causality.

Reaching the small, but well-maintained ship, Wylie tossed down a coarse rope while Lyle alerted the captain. By the time we had both climbed up the rope the ship was already moving. Once I was on deck, I gave each of my brothers a hug.

“I’m glad you both made it out ok,” I said.

“I don’t think you are as relieved as we are,” Wylie pushed my shoulder. He glanced over my shoulder at Fletcher. “Thanks for helping with that,”

Lyle began to grumble as I turned towards Fletcher. I winced and sighed. I had to check if he had it. “Let me see your mate scar,” I held my hand out for Fletcher’s right wrist.

“Why?” He asked.

“Just let me see it,” I snatched his wrist as I used my other hand to tug off his glove.

“What’s the big deal?” Fletcher growled, trying to free his hand.

I succeeded in removing his glove. In the same area as mine was a small, thick gray scale. My stomach twisted as I dropped his hands. My eyes cast down to the deck, tears pricking at the corners. I blinked several times. My nostrils flared. Snarling, I kicked the side of the railing. Why hadn’t I warned him about the monster sooner?

Grabbing my shoulders, Fletcher yanked me in front of him. “What’s wrong with you?” 

“We’re both infected,”

“How?”

“That spiked ball you pulled out of my leg was filled with poison,” My voice rose with each word. I flexed my fingers. How I wished they were around my father’s neck.

Fletcher released me and ran one of his hands through his hair. His eyes studied the ground. A grimace on his face.

“I’m sure it will all be ok. We just have to get the antidote. What do we need Evelyn?” Wylie walked over and rested a hand on each of our shoulders.

“As far as I know there is no cure for Puruowick Scale,”

“What?” Lyle shouted as he came up behind Wylie who dropped his hands.

“How long do we have?” Fletcher meet my eyes.

“I don’t know, it varies person by person. Some people have lived for years and some only a month,” I scowled.

Fletcher breathed heavily in and out through his nostrils. “What do you know?”

“That giant creature you saw is called a Puruowick. They are dangerous, but will only spit out their poison balls if they see the glow from a mate scar,” I held up my wrist, the scar glowing faintly in the overcast. “They are half blind, but the glow causes them to go permanently blind for as long as they see it and thus it enrages them. The poison will eventually cause a gray scale to completely cover the mate scar. So, it will no longer blind them and results in the person’s death,”

Fletcher examined and poked at the gray scale on his right inner wrist, his brow furrowed.

“Evelyn, does your master know anything about the Puruowick Scale?” Wylie asked.

“He might and at the very least he should know some people who do know more. Finding him is going to be a bit tricky. He’s always on the move, but I have a lot of contacts all over. Where are we heading?” I asked.

“Fandra Isle,”

“The Honor in Arms should be able to help locate him too, they are currently at Fandra Isle. So, we should meet up with them,” Fletcher said.

Wylie nodded in agreement. “Lyle let’s go see if we can help the crew,” He pulled Lyle back with him who sneered at Fletcher.

“So, am I actually going to be introduced to people this time?” I crossed my arms across my chest and tilted my head. My eyes on Fletcher.

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about that whole incident. I shouldn’t have said those things or handled it that way. I should have explained to you why I couldn’t be with you then instead of what I did,” He frowned, his eyes drooping.

“Yes, an explanation would have been much better,”

“I can explain it to you now,” He took two steps towards me. His eyes boring into mine.

“I forgive you for the past and I am willing to set it aside to find a cure, but I’m not ready to consider anything else,”

“Alright, will you ever be willing to hear me out?”

“Yes, at some point I want an explanation, but that won’t mean I’m open to being together or something,”

“Ok. Just let me know when you’re ready,” He started to walk past, but stopped when he was beside me. He squeezed my shoulder and then started to go on to another part of the ship.

“Fletcher,” I turned slightly so I could clearly see him.

He stopped and turned towards me.

“I’m sorry for all this. The infection I mean. If I had been more cautious or warned you sooner-“

“Stop!” He advanced towards me and stopped one step away. He slowly raised his hand to cup the left side of my face. “I don’t want you apologizing to me unless you’re at fault for something. The blame for all this lies with the stupid noble who suggested using a Puruowick and all the other ones who agreed. You got that?”

“Yes,” I give him a half smile which he returned. He removed his hand and went back on his way.

I walked over to the edge of the ship and pressed my head into the railing. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t my father just have left me alone? Why did Fletcher have to come back? Why did he have to reject me in the first place?

“Oh, your daughter has a mate scar! What a lucky girl you are to be insured someone who will love you,”

“Listen child the bulk of us are not as fortunately as you! We had to search, some of us scratch and claw are way to obtaining some ounce of love. Some people never even achieved it. But you, you have been handed it on a golden, bejeweled platter! I wish my love life would have been as simple as yours,”

“Listen dear, our folk have it so much easier. I was fated for my husband and none of our friends come even close to being as happy as we are,”

I looked up across the water and frowned. Rising back up, I dug my nails into the wood. What idiotic women these nobles were. Heck, I used to be one of them. Just because you had a soul mate didn’t mean your life would be easier in one aspect. It didn’t mean you’d have someone to love you. It didn’t mean you wouldn’t have to fight to make it work. The question was did I want to fight to make it work with Fletcher? I honestly didn’t know. I had been wrong about my soul mate wanting to be with me, so maybe I was wrong to believe that just because we were fated for each other meant we were right for each other.

I looked up across the water and frowned. Rising back up, I dug my nails into the wood. What idiotic women these nobles were. Heck, I used to be one of them. Just because you had a soul mate didn’t mean your life would be easier in one aspect. It didn’t mean you’d have someone to love you. It didn’t mean you wouldn’t have to fight to make it work. The question was did I want to fight to make it work with Fletcher? I honestly didn’t know. I had been wrong about my soul mate wanting to be with me, so maybe I was wrong to believe that just because we were fated for each other meant we were right for each other.

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