Chapter 7

The stares he received that next morning were of concern and curiosity. Arias himself was night owl and a late riser, which was why his brothers were surprised to see him up at sunrise. What also didn't help his case were the dark circles beneath his eyes, his eyelids heavy. "Το έχω."(I've got it.) He had stayed up all night, praying to the Moon Goddess, practically begging for help. He had stared at the map so long that it was imprinted on the inside of his eyelids, mocking him everything he closed his eyes, which threatened sleep, but the mocking image kept him awake. "Το έχω." He repeated when they just stared at him."Δεν φαίνεσαι τόσο καλά, Arias." Sylerin eyed him warily. ""Κάποια ανάπαυση μπορεί να σας κάνει καλά."(You don't look so well, Arias. Some rest might do you well.") "Δεν με ακούτε?" Arias gripped the papers tightly and forcefully shoved them at Sylerin. "Το έχω λύσει." He said slowly, more aggressive with distinct articulation on each word.(Did