Eliana sat on the bed, listening to Sekaia rushing around the tent. Though she didn’t have too many belongings, Sekaia was taking his dear time. Finally he stopped, turning his head to the entrance of the tent. Footsteps approached the tent, along with the sound of someone most likely dressed in heavy armour. Ellie looked around in panic, trying to listen for Sekaia. 
Sir Leon stepped inside the tent, raising an eyebrow. The knight narrowed his eyes at the girl and the packed satchel next to her. 

“Are you going anywhere, My Lady?” he spoke with a wary voice, tapping the hilt of his beloved sword. 
Eliana looked around, shaking her head in a hint of confusion. She rubbed her hands together whilst she felt her face heating up. 

“Uh, no. Nowhere.” She nodded towards the general direction of Sir Leon. The knight stepped further inside and glanced around the tent. Within the same seconds, Leon scoffed to himself, turning to Eliana.

“There’s something peculiar about you, Lady Eliana. I advise you to stay honest in the presence of the Fire.” The knight approached with an even more stern expression. He drew out roundel, placing it gently against the girl’s cheek. She almost squeaked as the blade touched her, and the girl quickly froze as she realized what it was that had touched her cheek.

“What are you?” the knight almost snarled at the girl, before the cold touch against her face disappeared. Sir Leon rose up and began to cough. Strange noises escaped the man, as he dropped to the ground and became silent. As confused as ever, Eliana reached for her satchel. 
A small breeze filled out the tent, as Sekaia appeared before the collapsed knight and blinded girl.

“We have to go.” The man grabbed the girl and her satchel, pulling her along with him. The night had come, laying the land in darkness. Eliana seemed to eventually sense the scent and noise of a horse, before her hips were rudely grabbed, and she was tossed upon the horse. She felt a figure pull itself up and place itself in front of her, which she assumed was Sekaia. With a small whip of the reigns the horse trotted forward. Eliana threw her arms around the man as she had pulled her hood. In the slight race of panic she checked for her satchel, which rested at her side.

Eliana lowered her voice as they rode through the camp, blinking her blind eyes. “What’d… What’d you do to him?” 

Sekaia scoffed, riding ahead with his hood lowered as well.  “He’ll be alright. Don’t worry about these people. “ He paused as they passed two soldiers. “They don’t understand our purpose.”

A distant shout caused panic in the fort. The horse picked up it’s pace as Sekaia attempted to proceed without further any problems. A few knights ran towards the shout, shouting out as well. The voices spread throughout the camp and with a kick to the side, the horse went into gallop.

“Halt! Don’t let them pass!” an archer shouted out, as he raised his crossbow and fired away. The bolt flew right past the couple as they charged through the limit of the encampment around the fort. 

“Stop!” 

Later, in the wilderness

There had been silence between the two since the discreet escape. They neared the edge of another forest and Ellie could hear howls in the distance, sending a chill down her spine. She nudged closer to Sekaia, taking in a deep breath. An endless amount of questions ran through her mind, until she finally settled on one.

“Where are we going?” she muttered out, having rested her head on the back of Sekaia. 

The older Walker looked around, before answering. He squinted his eyes towards the forest.
“Further north. Some of the Walkers have gathered. The Grandmaster… A few of the veterans, and the councillors.” He muttered back.

Eliana yawned silently, before her mind started thinking again.

“That… The Grandmaster gathers the councillors and the seasoned Walkers… What am I to do there?” Ellie lifted her head slightly, though not bothering to raise it any further.

“Your teacher is… Incapable of teaching you any further. You need a new one.” Sekaia coughed, nodding to himself.

“It’s not the Oku’tcha, is it?” Eliana raised her head up, looking towards the voice that spoke.

Sekaia Lesundos sighed at the girl. He muttered to himself before saying anything. 

“I suppose you deserve to know. Strange things are happening up north, and some of the Walkers wish to… Engage, in the events.” Sekaia lowered his voice as his sentence came towards an end.

“What?” Eliana almost dared not ask.

“They want to fight. There are rumours between the Walkers, especially with the strange death of your master. They believe someone has betrayed us.” Sekaia rested his hand upon his lap, still scouting around.

Sekaia continued again, as the horse slowly trotted away. “We’re few, and we’re falling apart. Some doubt the true purpose of Andalus.”

“And… “ he sighed. “Some of them, believe you took Jonius’ life.”

Eliana froze, once again. She could barely speak a word.

“W-… What?”