The next morning, as dawn began to approach, Ryker and Raquel stood on the outskirts of the stone castle. The few people left behind also stood around them, wishing to send the couple off.
Despite the grim situation ahead of them, the air around everyone wasn’t so tense. In fact, Ryker felt there was a small air of excitement. He assumed it was because everyone was ready for the greatest battle of their lives to save their homes.
And their strongest warrior was leading the way.
“May the strength of our blood bring you victory!” Lady Elis declared loudly, before she wiped her finger across each of Raquel’s cheeks and forehead.
A black line was left behind, Lady Elis murmuring a small prayer as she painted each line on Raquel’s face. Lady Elis then turned her attention to Ryker.
He bowed his head, allowing Lady Elis to do the same to his face. It seemed Raquel’s tribe had accepted him as one of their own and were determined to send him off like they did for all their warriors.