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Two months after the conclusion of 'The Far Fallen'
A modest home, sitting amongst the fields just a day's travel north of Dornoch.
"Come on, Mar. She's already gonna kill us for being so late."A modest home, sitting amongst the fields just a day's travel north of Dornoch.
The sound of a purring cat was drowned out by the thud of heavy bags hitting the grass outside of the house tucked in neatly amongst the trees in a hilly expanse of land just off the beaten path to the massive city of Dornoch.
In contrast to the busy hustle and bustle of The Erdeniin Capital, or the once-floating city of magic that the home's owner had just come from months prior, this patch of land was a slice of heaven baked by sunlight and surrounded by nothing but blue skies and fertile soil.
Cassidy Ackerson had come from money, privilege, and nobility. The red-haired and bearded man who now stood dirty and shirtless underneath the sweltering sun of a looming summer had been raised on powdered faces and tailor-made suits.
The greatest seer in all of Arethil couldn't have predicted the path his life would take, the betrayal he'd face, the trials that would push him to his limits, or the light that would save him in the end. Likewise, if you'd told Ackerson he'd end up settling down with a slave girl from Elbion, stealing a boatful of money and buying a plot of land for the two of them to live out their days together?
He'd probably think you a couple warts short of a witch.
And yet, here he was, standing outside of the home he'd used a part of their haul to buy for himself, and the woman that had turned his entire life upside-down in only a couple days' time. Beside him, the bags of fruit and fresh caught fish from the nearby shore sat leaning against the stone brick doorframe. Mar clawed at the door impatiently, no doubt eager to return to Neith's side and curl up as she was so often want to do.
Neith.
The now ex-mercenary felt his chest fill up with warmth at just the thought of her, a smile that he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to split his face as he brought his hand to his forehead, attempting to wipe some of the grime from it as if it was going to make him any more presentable.
Wrapping a hand around the mouth of the bags of food beside the door again, he pushes it open and enters the quaint home, the warmth of the sitting room just behind the front door putting him at ease almost instantly.
Setting the food beside the dimly glowing sword leaning beside the fireplace, Cassidy stretches his arms over his head with a yawn as Mar skitters off to find her favorite person. The glowing cat wasn't nearly as bright as she'd been a few months earlier, he'd noticed. Made sense... The fight with Cyrus had used up a lot of Damascus' magic...
But nobody had followed them here. There hadn't been hide or hair of Elbion drug-runners or his mother's bounty hunters since they'd moved in.
Cassidy prayed that it stayed that way. The last battle had already cost too much. Neith was managing, but the loss of her father had wounded her in a way that Cass wasn't sure would ever truly heal.
Speaking of...
"Nee! We're home!"