"Dad, don't move. I'll get it," Rye said as his father struggled to get out of bed. There was a rusty metal box on his bedside table that he tried reaching for.
Rye quickly grabbed the box and handed it to him.
"No," his father whispered, closing Rye's hand around it. " It's yours."
Rye took it and opened it. Inside was a medalion with a snake coiled around a sun. Rye took it out and looked at his father with a blank stare.
"When I found you, you were holding on tightly to that. That is the only thing that can help you find out where you are from," Rye's father explained.
"Why are you telling me about this now?" Rye sat by his father's side.
"When I die, I don't want you to be alone. Find out where you came from," his father stated and coughed.
"Don't talk like that, you are going to get better," Rye took a cup of water and held it over his father's mouth.
'I have to make sure he gets better. After all he has done for me, I cannot let him die.'
As the thought ran through his head, he thought of all the money he had saved.
"I have saved some money,"
"We should call for someone. A professional who can help," Rye suggested.
"No!" his father coughed.
"You put your dreams on hold for me. I will not let my illness rob you of your dreams too. I have sold the farm, you have to take the money and live,"
Rye listened not saying a word. After a while, his father started to doze off. As soon as he fell asleep Rye placed him properly on the bed.
He went out to look for a doctor. He walked for about thirty minutes to town, to a building. Above the doors was a sign that said Healers Guild.
He walked in and walked to one of the tables in the room. Behind every table was a healer. They wore robes that indicated their rank.
Healers seated behind the desks wore light brown robes.
"How can I help you?"
A woman asked the moment he sat down.
"My father is sick. I need someone to heal him."
"That will be thirty yoks," the woman reached her hand over the table.
Rye poured a pouch of coins on the desk and started counting.
"No Sir, you need to go in there to pay," the woman pointed at a door. This time with her finger.
Rye poured his coins back into his pouch. He got up and walked toward the door. He turned around and looked at the attendant who nodded in confirmation.
He opened the door and it hit someone on the other side. A number of things fell and Rye quickly helped her pick them up.
Among the things was a spirit ball, which turned black the moment he picked it up. The young woman stared at the dark spirit ball for a while.
Meanwhile, Rye stared at her. Not knowing what was going on in his hand. He smiled at her.
She immediately snatched it and put it into her bag.