It was deep into the night and Suraia was hard at work boiling water and soaking cloth in it. She had barely slept the last couple of days as she’s been constantly busy treating the sick people of Eastvale. Most of them seemed to pull through and it looked like the worst was over for all but one. His name was Elliot and he was only nine years old. The small child had been violently coughing the last two days and he was growing weaker and weaker, nothing that the ginger woman tried seemed to have any effect on him.
Elliot’s parents were getting desperate, especially his father who came running into the kitchen: “Quickly, come! Something is wrong! Hurry up will you! I said move it!”
Suraia didn’t even have time to get up when she heard a cry coming from up the stairs. She quickly ran towards Elliot’s room followed by his father. When they got there his mother was holding her son in her arms. She was nearly hysterical, just crying and screaming as Suraia rushed towards them to check on the boy. His eyes were closed, there was blood coming from his mouth and also from his eyes. Elliot wasn’t breathing anymore, but the healer wasn’t given a chance to check anything as the mother just held her child firmly.
“Please, Madam. I… I cannot try and help… if you do not let me.” Suraia hesitantly said though the color was swiftly fading from her cheeks. She tried to feel if the boy still had a pulse but there was nothing.
Elliot’s father suddenly grabbed Suraia’s shoulder and rather forcefully threw her out of the way to get closer to his son and wife: “Elliot? Elliot my boy? Answer me… Elliot?”
“I’m sorry…” Suraia softly said: “There… there is nothing we could… have…”
Elliot’s father suddenly screamed and Suraia flinched, cowering in the corner of the room. She stayed there until the room suddenly fell quiet. Hesitantly she looked up and saw the figure of a man looming over her, he was raging mad with grief.
“You… You let him die!” Elliot’s father said.
“I… I did everything I… I could, Sir.” Suraia answered.
“My son, my Elliot is dead!” The man said: “Clearly whatever you did wasn’t good enough! And now he’s dead. My son is dead!”
“I…” Suraia softly said while she was fighting back her own tears as well as her fear: “I’m so… sorry…”
“Sorry isn’t going to bring my son back!” Elliot’s father yelled before he just raised his fist and fully hit Suraia on her right temple. She screamed in pain as the man raised his hand once again and hit her again on her cheek.
“Christopher, what are you doing? Stop!” Elliot’s mother suddenly called out behind the both of them and the moment he turned around to look at his wife Suraia just fled downstairs and out of the house.
Tomorrow night is also our second Eastvale Campfire Night. It will start around 8PM ST.
Come and join us in the Eastvale Logging Camp as we make a campfire and share stories of our adventures, places we want to go, legends we want to persue or just scare each other with a ghost story or two!
Every now and then the Adventurers Coalition will make a campfire in the field in Eastvale for a nice and relaxing evening of storytelling. They will share stories of their adventures, discuss possible locations they want to do to for future adventures or just tell a legend or ghost story for fun.
It’s a nice and relaxing evening outside to get to know each other and share tales. Everyone is allowed and encourages to bring their own food and drinks and share them… or not.
A raid will be formed for the event and you can easily get in if you are part of the in-game community. Else whisper me for an invite!
Hope to see you all there!
