Mara stiffened immediately, misreading what Zhu just said. Zhu saw it in the way the other woman's shoulders curled inward, in the way her gaze dropped in dread.
Zhu giggled at the look on the older woman's face. "Not that kind ma'am."
Mara blinked, startled.
"I need people who can move without drawing attention," Zhu continued. "People who can identify, and retrieve ingredients without dying in the process." She glanced at Herkid. "And someone who can at least provide some defence in case things go wrong."
Herkid let out a breath through his nose.
A beat passed.
Mara's voice came softer now, cautious. "Ingredients?"
Zhu nodded. "Specific ones. I'll tell you what to look for, where to find them. You gather, and I'll make sure you don't die doing it."
"And you?" Herkid asked. "What do you do while we're risking our necks?"
Zhu's gaze shifted briefly toward the deeper forest, something unreadable flickering in her eyes.
"I will secure our path," she said, "and a place to survive the night."
Herkid studied her really studied her this time. Not as a child, but as… something else.
"I saw what you did back there," he said quietly. "That wasn't normal."
Zhu met his gaze without flinching. "Nothing in this forest is, old man."
Silence stretched again. Herkid took offense to the label of "old man," but he didn't protest.
Mara's fingers slowly unclenched. "If we refuse?"
Zhu stood, dusting off her knees.
"Then you walk into Hollowveil alone," she said simply, "and hope luck is on your side."
Mara's lips pressed into a thin line.
Herkid ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Damn it…"
He glanced at Mara. She met his eyes, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between them fear, yes, but also understanding. They both knew the truth of it.
This wasn't a choice between good and bad.
It was a choice between possible survival… and certain death.
Mara looked back at Zhu, her voice steadier now, though the fear hadn't fully left her eyes. "What kind of ingredients?"
Zhu's lips curved slightly.
"Ones that will keep me alive. It's just plants to make a medicinal paste. They are somewhere near here but I'm too beat up to gather them myself"
Herkid huffed, shaking his head. "You're really serious about this."
"I don't joke about survival," Zhu said.
Another pause.
Then, finally:
"…Fine," Herkid muttered. "I'll do it."
Mara hesitated only a second longer before nodding. "I'll—I'll come with you, young miss."
Zhu exhaled, the tension she hadn't shown easing just a fraction. "Good, good," she said, bowing slightly to the adults. They didn't seem like bad people perhaps that was why she had instinctively spared them in her unhinged state. "Then let's introduce ourselves. I'm Zhu, an orphan and former null."
Mara was the first to speak. "I'm Mara, a Level F Spiritual Healer class."
"I'm He—Herkid, young miss," the man stuttered. "A Level D Elemental Wind user."
"And," Zhu continued, tapping her head, "this is Faral. Hey, say something," she added silently.
"I am the North Guardian of this forest."
The voice came from Zhu, but her lips hadn't moved.
The words settled into the air like a weight.
Mara's lips parted, but no sound came out.
Herkid actually took a step back this time, disbelief warring with instinctive fear.
The clearing had gone quieter than it should have. No insects. No distant rustle. Even the wind seemed to hesitate between the trees, as if the forest itself were listening.
The tone was deeper and very measured. Ancient in a way that didn't belong in a child's body.
"Alright, enough with the mysterious allloft airs, you stinky voice," Zhu said, breaking the heavy mood with a cheeky remark.
The weight in the air lifted.
When she spoke again, it was her own voice lighter, edged with irritation.
The adults looked at each other, arriving at the same unspoken question: *Should we really follow the creepy kid with a voice in her head and hope for the best?*
Unable—and unwilling—to voice it, Mara took the lead and focused on what mattered. She leaned forward and raised herself up from the tree she had been leaning on. There was a bit of a struggle with Herkid going to help her without being asked.
Her voice had a quiet gentleness to it that was very soothing to hear. "You said… North Guardian. What does that mean for us?"
For a moment, the forest seemed to lean in again.
"I am the guide of this region," Faral said. "The keeper of its balance. The one who knows its paths… and its dangers."
"That's right. He'll help us get out of the forest alive," Zhu confirmed.
"So, Faral… you're working with her?" Mara asked.
"A crude simplification," Faral replied. "But acceptable."
Herkid let out a breath that almost turned into a laugh—except there was no humor in it. "Unbelievable…"
"I know, right!" Zhu chimed in.
*Girl, we have no more time for your shenanigans. Danger lurks.*
At Faral's warning, Zhu rolled her eyes. "Danger," she echoed mockingly, mimicking his tone.
Ignoring her antics, Faral continued, "Creatures are gathering because of the scent of blood. And I am certain someone will come looking for this party eventually."
"Right, right—yes. So what should I do?" Zhu asked.
Off to the side, the two adults watched as the young girl—dressed in tattered, bloodstained clothes—paced back and forth, nodding and muttering to herself… and occasionally answering the cold voice that came from nowhere.
The man and woman shared a look. Clearly, they had been captured by a crazy person.
Mara sighed. As crazy and monstrous as the young girl seemed, they didn't have much of a choice. Lord Brain's family was ruthless toward servants who failed to protect their master. At best, they'd be branded useless and cast out. More likely, they would be executed.
"First," Faral began, "Herkid, allow the captured beasts to leave the barrier. Including the hunting hounds."
Herkid hesitated. "But wouldn't they be able to track them? Possibly find a clue about what happened here?"
"It is a possibility," Faral agreed, "but it is a calculated risk. We want to set the stage create a narrative that a powerful beast attacked the camp and caused chaos, with no one surviving. Monsters in Hollow Forests are less likely to attack each other, especially when there is a more tempting meal nearby."
Herkid frowned. "So why not kill them?"
"None of you are powerful enough at the moment to kill the remaining beasts in this camp."
The bluntness of the statement made everyone flinch.
Herkid nodded slowly and began creating small gaps in the barrier near where the beasts still roamed. They felt the air shift as the creatures began drifting toward the openings. One by one, they watched the camp empty.
"Next, we need supplies," Faral continued. "Leave any currency, jewelry—anything unnecessary. The camp must not look like humans raided it. Take only essential survival items."
They moved through the campsite, gathering what they could while leaving behind anything too valuable or suspicious.
Herkid immediately proved his usefulness by producing a mana storage bag.
"Good man, Herkid," Zhu praised, giving him two thumps up,making the older man blush.
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After everything was gathered, Faral instructed, "Follow the brown moss on the ground. When we get far enough away, Herkid, release the barrier."
Mara stared into the dark forest. It was still daytime, but the towering trees blocked out so much sunlight that the shadows made it feel like night. She shivered, a mix of cold and creeping fear settling into her bones.
Noticing this, Zhu reached out and patted her shoulder. "It's alright, Ms. Mara. Faral's got our backs. Nothing will harm us."
"The girl is correct. The four of us are in a symbiotic relationship now," Faral confirmed.
"Yeah, we're all symbs," Zhu added brightly.
"You know, if you keep your mouth closed, no one will realize you are unintelligent," Faral replied, his tone so matter-of-fact it was clear he was used to saying such things.
Zhu gasped, utterly affronted. "You stinky… fart!"
Hearing the exchange, Mara let out a soft laugh, her earlier anxiety about leaving the camp and the barrier beginning to fade.
No matter what lay ahead on this unexpected journey, she realized something important—
She wouldn't regret leaving that part of her life behind.