The days turned to nights as Valon rode on. He changed paths several times just to keep people from following him. He hadn’t stopped to set up a camp in days and his eyes were heavy but he wanted to move because the Reiely could have already sent his men after him. The quest was to find John, and keep Tyrell with him. Tyrell had expressed no interest in escaping, he was just along for the ride. He had been held captive before, and had always been rescued by the King. Valon didn’t know where to start looking for John, so he went back to the last place that they were together. The last place before he was captured. Valon thought it the best place to look.
“Find the boy, and let’s get back to the castle the King has to be worried about me!”
Valon smirked, and kept moving forward. Had the King been worried about Tyrell, he would have already sent after him. The two traveled, the days turned into a week, and the boy was no where to be found. Each night the two would camp, and each day they searched more and more but nothing was turning up.
“You know there’s only one answer as to why we can’t find this child!” Tyrell barked.
“Yeah, yeah you think he’s dead. I don’t believe this to be true!” Valon answered.
Days were now running into weeks, John was still missing Valon was still searched, and Tyrell was growing restless. The two of them had been turning circles searching for the boy, which meant he was already dead or someone had taken him. Valon had not been willing to give up the search, but he himself was growing weary. Tyrell had no say in the matter he wasn’t happy with being away from the kingdom that he loyally served.
“When are you going to give this up, it’s been two weeks, the boy is either dead or doesn’t want to be found!”
“Sorcerer, do you know what it feels like to be abandoned and left alone?”
“Well no, I was born into servitude for the royal family, I have known nothing else!” Tyrell replied.
“Exactly, all royalty all the time, even as a servant you were treated better than most of the citizens.” Valon answered.
“How do you know any thing about the citizens?” Tyrell questioned.
“Because, I was a citizen with my family. Before the king took us in as servants to the royal family!” Valon answered.
“No his father, King Rel took our family in, made my father serve him until he took his last breath. Prince Reiel was just a few years older than be and we became good friends while growing up. The prince had no real skills, I was a warrior and knew how to survive and had his back when we were children. How times have changed, now he hunts me as though none of this matters. The fact that he has been seeking out and killing villagers changes everything, changes my views. I felt that we were doing this in honor of the king that these villages had stood up against him, but they were standing up against his tyranny, against his rule! I was a fool to follow him and believe him, and I’d be a fool to trust a sorcerer such as you!”
Tyrell was shocked, that was the most Valon had said in their few short weeks together while searching for the boy. Valon was the silent type who mumbled a few words here or there, but hadn’t spoken about any of this until now. Tyrell was puzzled and couldn’t figure out what brought his confession to the surface. Maybe it had been building up inside of him, or maybe he does care for the boy and has a soft spot for the King. Either way searching for the boy was stalling Valon and that’s exactly what Tyrell wanted.