Folly & Agendas & Talulah

(STC) Chapter 30: [The Yeti Princess]

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This Chapter will be subject to future changes!

I apologize to those who have made it thus far,

but I plan to rewrite this chapter in the future

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This one goes where the fire does not.

Bringing her kin with her.

Leaving snow in her wake.

When the clouds slowly smother the skies.

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How long was it? A day? A week? Two weeks? A month? Does time actually go by in the tundra?

My head is spinning in circles, my fingers are stiff, my legs refused to move...

My stomach churned, my chest ached, my lips were chapped...

It all sounds like a mindless soliloquy to me... What is going on?

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It doesn't matter how many days since I ordered everyone to move. We had to leave the village settlement by the river due to the presence of an Ursus army regiment. They seemed to have come out of nowhere and now they're stalking us like beasts. 

During the move, we encountered many starving, desperate villagers struggling to survive. Many have been rooted from their homes and settled on arid land. They didn't have anything with them except for the clothes on their backs. We took them in, even though it meant using more food and resources to support them.

We also discovered more clues about the Guerrillas. All of our newest additions rambled on about legends of a mighty, gargantuan soldier who's simple presence is enough to shake the world. One villager even claimed to have seen them fight, but his words were likely a consequence of his ill condition and drunken stupor - He died a few hours after that. Another one found a badge that belonged to them and he called it a coincidence.

If it is, we have luck on our side...

"Until everything falls out of favor..."

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"Mrs. Talulah, have you been vomiting lately?"

I was told by Haley to go consult Dr. Krume after I've been vomiting blood for the past few days. She has been feeling better by the day, but I haven't. Every morning was a grueling test of strength, every night was an arena of fears and doubts....

I let Dr. Krume check my throat and my tongue. I replied with an impartial: "Yeah." I could feel my throat try to reel back as he put a tongue depressor in my mouth. I gagged, and a few coughs erupted. I held onto my throat and wiped off the saliva on my lips - there was a faint color of red on my fingers.

Dr. Krume placed the tongue depressor on the ground and pressed a few fingers on my lymph nodes. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a pouch with some pills. There was a small note inside the bag, but I didn't have the curiosity to question it, except for the green pills in my hand. He asked me to swallow it - which I did - but I choked on every single one. I uncapped my canteen and drank from it hoping that my throat would calm down. My stomach was twisting itself, threatening to release everything that entered.

"Have you been experiencing chest pain?"

"A little." I croaked as he used a cotton swab to take a sample of my saliva.