A/N: Drago is the younger brother, Dascar is the older brother. Just a reminder incase you get the two mixed up. To remember, think Dascar's name has more letters, just like he has lived more years than Drago has, if that makes sense. Anyways, on with the story!

(Dascar's Pov.)

    "We need to find a town. Even a village will suffice, but we need to get Storm to a healer as soon as possible. If we don't, her fever might get worse. I'll have to carry her, do you think you can carry a little more than you usually do?" I ask Drago, not letting my anxiety show.

    "Yeah, I can do that... Is it bad enough that she could die?" he ask, his eyes clouding in thought. I hesitated, not sure whether to spare him the worry or tell the truth. I decided to relieve him of worry's burden.
   
    "For now, it couldn't kill her." I reply. Technically, I wasn't lying. It couldn't kill her this very moment, it would take at least two days for the fever to reap its curse.
   
    I continued to gather the supplies, until I arrived at the sack of food. This was extra weight we didn't need at the moment, it wasn't as important as getting to a healer. Plus, we could always restock our supplies at the village... I tried not to think about what would happen if we failed to get to the town in time. I started dumping out the food. Three small loaves of stale bread, two jars of peach preserves, and some crackers fell out onto the ground. I handed the empty sack to Drago, then took down the shelter. I laid out the tarp and placed the remaining supplies that were waiting to be carried into the center. I then tied the ends of the tarp together and tied it around my neck like a bag.

I picked Storm up off the ground, and she stirred slightly in my arms, but she couldn't bring herself to open her icy blue eyes. Her cheeks were tinted red from fever, while the rest of her was wan and pale. She was extremely light, this worried me. Why was she so light? Was she eating what we gave her? Now that I think about it, we should've only had one loaf of bread left, not three loaves, crackers, and two jars of peach preserves! She must've put the food back... But why? My brows furrowed in thought as we trudged on through the woods, following the arrow north on my old golden compass.

Twigs snapped and leaves crumpled beneath our feet. We had been traveling for hours, and the morning sun had morphed into a magenta sunset. I knew there was a village a day's travel away; We could make it there faster if we hurried. I checked my map and golden compass before we left our old camp to be sure we were going the correct way. I was lucky I had good geography skills. I would be able to find our location on the map with the stars. I just hoped that we would make it in time. The edge of the woods thinned out into a large meadow, while up ahead I could see two large mountains, and between them would be the valley we were aiming for. The village was located in the Sarend Valley.

I felt relief flood into my veins as the silhouette of small houses came into view. As we approached, I could see they were cobblestone, as was the road. The cottages' roofs were made of straw, while their doors were wood. Drago and I started sprinting towards the village, excitement and relief shining in our red eyes. We reached the road, racing towards the heart of the village.
"Help, we need a healer!" I shouted, stopping to look and listen for an answer.
"I know where the healer is, let me take you there," an old voice cracked. I looked over to see an elderly woman, covered in grey rags and a dirty olive green shawl. She had gentle brown eyes and long wisps of silver-grey hair. She was skinny and her eyes had bags under them, as if she hadn't gotten much rest.
"Really? Thanks, please, hurry!" I said, smiling gently. She grabbed my arm, since I had my hands full carrying Storm. We came up to a small building, stepping in was a small room, and in the center of the floor was a staircase. The room was made of stone, and the floors were made of old oakwood. The staircase lead into the ground, the steps made of old cobblestone. Half-melted candles lined the walls, illuminating the mysterious place.
"Evony! Evony! Get up here, we have people looking for a healer! Get your sorcerer butt up here!" the old lady shouted down the stairs. I felt uneasiness creep up my back, but we needed to get Storm to a healer, so I shoved it to the back of my mind. Footsteps echoed through the staircase's halls, announcing that someone was walking up the stairs. When the person came into view, I was shocked at what I saw.