Mel Ankoli

The Lost Clinic

13th day of Avila, 511 MA
Fip sacrificed everything for me. I see that now. I do not recall the days prior to reaching the clinic. She said I was not in a state to retain new memories. When I try and think back to just a day before, all I'm confronted with is a sea of madness. A whirlpool so strong, it would pull me in it again, should I linger on it.
I was abandoned by everyone, except for her. Her love knows no bounds. She carried me herself, first in a wagon that cost her the house, then when we entered the mountains, on her back. All this distance, chasing after a fable. But a fable it was not.
When I regained consciousness and sanity, I found myself in a place that cannot be real. I was lying on the bed of king Albis, drinking the famous ale of Khreno the Alchemist, and being sung a Lamia lullaby. Everything in the seven walls that surrounded me was impossible. Even the walls resembled that of Queri's estate.
This mirage lasted for less than a moment. It dissipated as quickly as I woke up. I was suddenly in the forest, Fip's hand clenching mine. It felt like years had passed since I saw her last. In the distance, I saw someone walking away, someone dressed in red from head to toe.
Then it struck me. I looked at her in shock as I realized the full extent of what had happened, what she had done. Her eyes, her beautiful hazel eyes, the things she treasured most in this world, were gone. She had given them away for me. This was the price of going to Mel Ankoli. I held her tightly as we both crumbled into each other, weeping.
When day breaks tomorrow, I will be the one to carry her.

— Rebend's Journal

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