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Friday, December 11, 2009

Eldrith the Tenth

Back in the tent of Eldrith [typoed as "Fedwin"] the Tenth, Eldrith was preparing for the magical transfer of energy that was required for healing. The Generals girl, Roxana, was lying on his bed, staining his sheets dark red. He didn't mind much—he'd had much worse on his bed—and such was the nature of being a Healer. He cast his ridiculously long sleeves back, biting back a curse that was forming on his tongue for the sleeves. He'd told his tailor that he didn't want or need long sleeves!

He focused his mind, as he'd been taught to do almost three hundred years ago, and focused on the transfer of energy. A blinding, searing white light seemed to light the room as Roxana's body was repaired. Her heart started beating stronger as his stuttered for a second. Roxana sat up and looked at the healer, asleep on the floor, startled. She felt something sticky against her skin and saw the blood—her blood—on her tunic. She quietly got off the bed and walked over to the healer.

Eldrith, are you okay?” she asked. He rolled over and got up groggily.

Yes, yes I'm fine, but you have to stay here Roxana.”

Why... oh I know.”

Yes. I taught you that nay over a week ago. If someone is healed in the manner that I just did, they must stay close together so that the energy now shared between their bodies will rejuvenate at a faster rate.”

I know.”

Good. Sit down and we can watch how the battle goes.” Eldrith patted the floor next to him. Roxana sat down next to him, leaning slightly against the tent wall. Eldrith pulled a small white ball out of a pocket in his coat.

Jai may sis.” He whispered. The orb glowed brightly and hovered in mid-air, images flashing around inside of it. It showed Kyre, charging along with the rest of the soldiers, rushing towards an unseen force, the faces of Kyre and the rest of them covered in grime and the dirt and gore of war. Kyre raised his sword and Roxana looked away. When she looked back, most of the soldiers were dead. The only one left was Kyre.

I must save him.” Eldrith whispered. He said a few words so fast that Roxana couldn't make them out, and then he was gone.

Kyre let his sword hand fall, feeling the affects of exhaustion on his body. Several Fell closed it, their red eyes almost glowing in the darkness that had fallen since nightfall. A white light appeared behind him, and he turned around and almost stabbed Eldrith in the gut.

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