Silas approached Eurus. "How do you recognize this smell?"
"Mother!" Eurus gasped in fear. He wanted to say more - but as though an invisible grip had closed around his throat, the words refused to come.
"Smell same! When they took her away…!"
Zerath blinked. "You mean someone subdued her with that scent?"
He nodded hard and breathed uneasily, the memory of that day rushing back to him.
After hiding Eurus in the cave, his mother had left with a promise of her return. He had waited for sometime but unease crept sooner than he thought. He lifted the cave's entrance just enough to peek outside.
That was when he saw her - his mother, struggling against a group of masked figures. She was on her knees, weak and gasping for air.
Mo…Mother…
A strange set of shackles locked her wrists. The more time passed, the paler she looked, yet she continued to resist.
