Chapter 117: End of the journey

"I should have done this in the morning," he was frustrated. "This is what I came here for—I didn't have any part with the others, this—this was the only thing that mattered."

Deifilia helped him look for the flower. They were rummaging among the weeds and stones, they were still wet from the rain. "Where is it?" Ray wiped the sweat off his head and a patch of dirt stuck to his head like an ornament.

"There," Deifilia pointed to the banks of the river. They ran to it and knelt on the ground.

Ghost: that was the first word that came to his mind. "They are ghost flowers," Ray thought. If she hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't have seen it. It was a tiny thing, its petals were like white glass with blue sprinkled among the gaps. Tiny strings of red sprouted from the centre like a spray of blood.

"Is this it?" Ray wondered.

Deifilia said. "Maggi...told me it can cure frost sickness, once. This has to be it."