Faolan heard the words but almost didn't comprehend them. He felt his shoulders go slack and his bag slide off onto the ground at his feet. He was aware that he still gripped the strap, but only vaguely.

[color=a36209]"The 14th..."[/color] he said, quieter this time. [color=a36209]"But that's...no...no I'm too late."[/color] He said, then he began to look around wildly as his mind and heart raced. He was far enough from town, a little over a half day, he could work with that distance. He had plotted a course to their next destination, they were still two full days travel away, so he wasn't worried about that...

Then, his eyes fixed on Lucien once more. [color=a36209]"No."[/color] He said, more as a statement than anything else. He looked back at the sun as it was more than halfway beneath the earth now. With every second that passed, the danger that Lucien was in grew exponentially.

He lurched forward, almost too quick for the naked eye, and grasped Lucien's shoulder with his free hand. [color=a36209]"It's not safe, I need you to--"[/color] Suddenly, a jolt of intense agony rocketed through Faolan's spine and into his brain. He squeezed Lucien's shoulder tightly for an instant before letting go, growled in pain and staggered backward. He began to breath heavily, his chest heaving, as his mouth started to water uncontrollably. He looked Lucien dead in the eyes, and with all of the force he could muster, he said, [color=a36209]"Go."[/color]

With this, he turned toward the trees and began dragging his bag through the dirt behind him. He was rushing, but searing pain burned through his calf and he stumbled before he reached the treeline. He called out this time, unable to remain quiet any longer. It was happening, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, to keep Lucien safe.