lying in bed. With nothing to do, his body begged for activity.
K’ran handed him the mug of Krastic tea. “Good, then. Finish this and we’ll be on our way.”
The prospect of going outdoors energized Falcon. He took a deep breath and drank the atrocity in one gulp. There was a disquieting after-taste in his mouth, but he ignored it. “I’m ready.”
K’ran walked outside the cabin without saying a word. Falcon followed.
“Bring two shovels and two hoes,” said K’ran, pointing to the end of the garden.
Falcon did as instructed. The hoes had a pointed sharp end. He had never seen any hoe like that. He inspected them with curiosity until K’ran interrupted his thoughts.
“Let’s go. We’ve got quite a distance ahead of us.” Falcon put the tools over his shoulder and raced out of the gate. At first they headed down the road, but then K’ran deviated from it and went right into the forest. Once he saw K’ran wasn’t going to volunteer the information, he asked the question that was burning in his mouth.
“Have you heard anything about Albert?”
K’ran stopped. He answered without turning to face him. “I don’t go much to the city anymore, but I do have connections. I’m afraid the official report is correct. Albert is dead.”
Falcon also stopped moving. “Do you think he’s dead?”
This time K’ran turned to him. Sadness filled his eyes. “I’m afraid I do. No one could have survived an attack like the launched against Albert. Black fire is a lethal ability.”
Falcon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “My brother can survive such an attack, and he has. You’ll see. He’ll come back.”
“Believe what you will, but know that living in denial is no way to live. Sooner or later the truth comes back to haunt you.” K’ran looked up at the sky, lost in thought. Falcon was sure he was no longer talking about Albert.
K’ran snapped back to the present. He shook his head as if doing so would disperse the memories. “Let’s keep moving.”
The rest of the trek was a silent one. They passed countless trees, bushes, and animals. Nothing dangerous. Just squirrels, Lits, and a few monkeys who hung from tree branches by their tails.
“We’re here!” exclaimed K’ran as they arrived at a large opening in the middle of the forest. A dozen small plowed fields were scattered about the clearing. Some of the fields had plants growing in rows. Others were empty.
“You cleared all this by yourself?” he said, impressed.
K’ran stretched his giant arms. “Yes. This is where I grow all my food. I would have planted closer to home, but the soil is at its richest here.”
“Why don’t you plant in all the fields at once?”
“Doing so would quickly drain the soil of its nutrients. We must give it time to replenish itself.” K’ran took one of the hoes, trudged over to one of the empty fields and ran the tool over the ground in an upward motion. “See? This is how we soften the soil.”
“Easy enough.” With a smile on his lips, Falcon moved into the field and mimicked K’ran movements.
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Falcon wiped the sweat from his brow. He’d been working for half a day when K’ran finally told him to stop.
“Why so soon?” complained Falcon. “There’s still more to be done.”
“We can continue tomorrow. We have other things we must attend to.”
He collected the tools and walked beside K’ran as they hiked back to the cabin. “K’ran. You used to be grand general, right?”
“Yes.”
“What happened? You still look strong enough to be fighting. Why aren’t you still in command?”
“Being a leader takes more than being able to fight. You have to be able to protect those you love. If you can’t do that then you are unfit to lead.”
“I don’t understand.”
K’ran went rigid. “It’s of no importance.”
Falcon did not press the issue. It was clear K’ran did not want to talk about whatever had transpired.
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