“Alyona? Did you say Alyona? That was my mother’s maiden name. Oh god. What if my mother was from your world? That would explain her affinity with fire.”
“It’s… it’s possible,” RuIng blanked out.
“What else did you read?”
“Alyona was looking for something. Sometimes she was with a man, sometimes a couple, sometimes there were four people, but it says that they were all looking for something.”
“Can you guess what it is?”
“I don’t know. At times they were asking around for a person. At other times, they were looking for objects. A few times, it even said they were seeking a cure.”
“Where did you find this book? It doesn’t sound like an average textbook.”
“Headmaster Wama keeps saying he knows my mother, but he never talks about her beast, so I sneaked into his personal library. That’s where I found it. It’s all handwritten.”
“Why did you think it was related to your parents?”
“The title said, “The years after volcanic fortress.”
“And?”
“My parents went missing the day the volcanic fortress finished construction. I was born a few years after.”
“Your mother might be one of the group.”
“She might be. But none of the accounts talk about any woman being pregnant.”
“Maybe she stopped traveling after she was pregnant.”
“It’s possible. But I still wonder what my parents’ group was looking for. Grandma always said Mother was alone when she came and left me with them.”
“Maybe she was still looking for something.”
“What? The cure?” RuIng asked sharply, as if angry at him.
Silence stretched long before Sevir asked slowly, “why do you think your mother was looking for a cure?”
RuIng looked away from him, and the orb’s picture turned from the large freckled eye to the fan above him. RuIng was gone.