Searchers from Varrock found Erun nearly two days later, hanging from a tree limb, wrapped head to toe in spider silk. Swords sliced through the strands, freeing Erun to be rushed to the Apothecary. The Apothecary found that the poison had spread too far for his potions to heal Erun. He suggested that the sick boy be carried to Taverly, where Kaqemeex could treat him with the most pontent healing potions in Gielnor. When Erun's parents brought him to the master herbalist, Kaqemeex gave them a few brews with grievous words.
"Take these, and try them, but I fear they will do naught but slow the onset of the disease. I am afraid there is nothing to heal your son."
As Kaqemeex had predicted the potions did not heal Erun. The advance of the disease was slowed, but it had languished in his body nonetheless. Erun had grown weaker, ever weaker, until now, on Christmas Eve he was bed-ridden.
Erun rolled over, seeking haven from the awful memories, and finally fell into a fitful slumber.
Erun dreamed that he was well again. He lay in a field of flowers on a warm spring day, watching birds and insects flit through the air. He wore a light silk shirt, the color of the sky, and cotton shorts that were a darker shade of blue. He wondered at this for a moment as a quiet, but ominous voice told him that it was winter, that he should be wearing woolen sweaters, not silk shirts, and that he should not be outside, but in bed. He pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the joy of being well.
He rose to his feet and spotted a man crossing the meadow. He was dressed all in red, his shirt bulging around a rotund belly. Even in this warm weather, a bushy white beard sprouted from his chin and wisps of white hair clung to his balding head. This man spotted Erun and his path curved towards him.
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