“No!” he shouts again, and to think that after healing him he will start going easy on me. “No,” he says again, “I can get motion sick. It’s better for me to stay on land.”
“If it suits you best, then there is nothing else I can say.”
We begin walking in mortal pace through the neutral land, and it takes up about two hours until he can even see the gate from afar. When we get to the gate, soldiers are preparing to shoot me, taking an aim on me. The child does not notice it yet though, but it will be bad if they aim the wrong person.
“Mama!” the child runs to his mother when he spots her inside the gate, which I assumed correctly to be an elf. I try to keep my promise as best as I can, running up to him until he reaches the safetyness of his continent. Soldiers stop when right in front o
