Iliya instructed them to get some strong log of woods and find bush ropes. And in no time, the two young Meivs had Iliya's request granted. And she single-handedly made herself a supporting pillar on her leg. 
How she did it, they had no idea of, for it seemed like she had some experience before in doing wonders with woodsticks and bush ropes. They saw that she was crafty, and her craft was indeed mastered. 
  It only took Iliya a few moments to set up completely, what she needed to be able to walk by herself. 
It didn't look less like a clutch, nor did it look much like an artificial leg. The woodsticks were placed seperately and single paced, facing each other and the bush ropes were used to tie them together while making a space in the middle– enough to have her legs comforted by it.
The ropes also had an intersection which made the final draw, when she had her legs inside the craft with strong confidentiality. 
  She stretched the ropes so that they made the craft stronger and become one with her leg so that she would have their full support– one which she got. 
  The two young Meivs were amazed, But still she needed enough strength to stand and walk by herself, for her wound wasn't getting any better.
So the two young Meivs brought to her what she needed but hadn't thought of, two hard, strong sticks uprooted from the ground which had different root styles from other plants. 
"What is this?" She asked in an amazed voice. 
"Walking sticks. You can depend on the two, just see it as if two people are helding your arms and leading you on" Grinned Little Ben. 
  Iliya took their “made” walking sticks and fixed them perfectly on her sides. 
"This is better" smiled Iliya as she tested her new support, and even though still had to limp and move with strength, it was better than nothing. 
"Thanks" she continued to walk, and they thought that she was still testing the walking sticks, which obviously had done it's work. Until she started moving away from them like a grasshopper hopping away to catch some treats towards the calm forest. 
"Wait where are you going?" Curl stammered the words as it slipped away from his tongues unto his lips slowly and avoiding any friction. He knew what was in her mind, she'd been clear enough earlier but they didn't just want to listen. 
She looked back and smiled, like one whose death is near,but had accepted their fate wholeheartedly and about to go meet death instead of waiting for death to come. 
"I'm going to find help" she said, and turned around to continue her journey. She took the first step and took her time to feel the dews of the afternoon sprinkle from the sky unto her body, to feel the warmth of the sun path her beautiful skin, the gentle whistles of the air from the trees, the peaceful touch of the wind and the sweet melodies of the birds of the sky. She nodded in agreement that her journey had begun and she wasn't alone atleast. 
  She took a deep breath and her heart beat was slow and was in rapport with the atmosphere. She exhaled, and allowed her breathing to come back steady and normal. 
"No. Do not follow me" she said without even turning around to say so in their faces. She knew their faces would beg to follow her , but she needed to go alone. 
"Please don't do this. We can't just all go our seperate ways. We've to stick together now, more than ever. Pradai needs us, we are all she's got and staying apart will only do more harm than good please."
Curl pleaded, hoping that in his tune of speech, and his heartfelt words pouring it like a honey out of the comb, would convince and touch Iliya. But the Elf had made up her mind, it wasn't in their nature to just turn their backs on their decision. 
  She didn't hesitate. She didn't think about it. She went on limping with the two sticks and the two young Meivs stood looking at her until she varnished into and mingled with the forest. 
  Curl and Little Ben looked at each other in confusion, and Curl especially was weakened and at that moment he felt nothing, but sorrow and grief had the best of his inner body. 
  He shaked his head like a soldier who had dropped down his sword even though he shouldn't. 
"So what are we going to do now?" Little Ben asked, sharing in his grief and the feeling was very much mutual. 
  Curl hadn't any words which sufficient enough to answer Little Ben, even hid tongue was out of spirit, and they stood there until the sun started walking down his road, and until the birds of the sky started retreating to their nests, and the sky showed in from her face that she was about to respect the decision of the sun and they stayed until her light deemed. And the cold shadows of the moon drew nearer. 
"I don't know. I don't know what we are going to do" Curl said as he reluctantly started walking away from the spot towards the path they came by, and Little Ben followed, in his steps. 
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    Iliya was still walking, though slowly but steady. She seemed not to have stopped even for a bit. And when the crickets started their preachings, she knew she'd better find a place to rest and continue her journey when the daylight breaks. 
But was there even time to rest? The day might have started seeing it's retreat, but she was afraid not to make it a demise, for she had not accomplished anything yet. 
But no matter how much she tried she couldn't cheat the ruthless sting of hunger and fatigue, and at last she gave in to their cruel demands— her rest. 
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  Deep in the forest, in-between the Barren lands and the Greenlands stood a very large mountain, terrifically thundered with darkness and steaming in terror itself.
It's ground surroundings were all made up of rocks, dead plants, oceans without flow, without direction and without source, different deadly beasts , small and big, large and tiny gnashing their teeths against each other, fighting each other for positions and spots around the mountain, and successful ones would take on their place to guard the mountain, with their life, blood and soul. It was the borrow of the deathly dullos. 
It was their live's only wish and purpose, to serve the master. 
  And on the sides of the mountain were cracks of black flames and creeks of lightening. The mountain was constantly kept afloat by the terrific sounds of the thunders and the damning streaks of lightning, which also exist to serve the master. 
Old man Gaius climbed up to the mountain without struggle, as it had been made for him and he found himself standing in front of a large squared portion of rock until it shifted aside and opened a pathway before him. 
  He forged ahead without wasting time, and while the winds blowed violently and while the sky and it's forces roared violently, a voice as thunderous and mighty as the mountain itself spoke.
"The time has come" and old Man Gaius's eyes had nothing but a blank space in his eyes socket, and it turned white, flaming white, flaming vengeful white.