Chapter 19

Cato’s eyes flickered open, and he found himself staring up at the ceiling of the healer’s tent. The familiar scent of herbs and earth coated his nostrils. Flaithri and Arlan stood over him bickering about something. He couldn’t make it out.

“How long have I been asleep?” Cato asked, visibly startling the druidic brothers.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Flaithri mumbled, a sign of relief flashed across his face.

“Your eyes!” Arlan interrupted jumping back even further, Flaithri quickly followed suit. “You’ve changed.”

“He’s completed the transformation,” Flaithri explained, cautiously moving forward. “That is still you in there Roman?”

“Some things have changed,” Cato nodded sitting up. His head felt like it was going to burst. His eyes felt sensitive to the firelight which blared from the brazier in the corner. “Flaithri, Arlan, for the love of Jupiter just give me a moment.”