>>Amber
NO!!!
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!!
NO!!!!
This can’t happen! I can’t lose him!!
Placing my trembling hands over Hael’s body that was infused with miasma, I felt sothing inside of wake up.
Desperation surged within , a fierce and unrelenting force. Panic clawed at my heart and without thinking, I poured all of my power into him, channeling every ounce of my strength into a single, desperate act of healing.
"HEAL!" I scread, my voice echoing through the silent courtroom.
A blinding light erupted from and from beneath . Most of the light made its way to Hael while the light that spread from beneath spread outwards in a radiant wave that covered the entire floor. The energy surged through , more intense than anything I had ever felt before. It flowed from my hands into Hael’s body, illuminating the room with a brilliant, otherworldly glow.
I heard gasps from the room but none of them got registered in my mind.
I had my full focus on the Tower Master, I watched as Hael’s body began to respond. First the miasma cleared away, then the gaping wounds started to close, the torn flesh knitting together seamlessly. His organs, which had been grievously damaged, began to heal, their natural structure reasserting itself with remarkable speed.
Oh
The blood stopped flowing, the ghastly injuries fading as new, healthy tissue replaced the old.
The light continued to pulse around us. I could feel it coursing through Hael, nding what had been broken, restoring what had been lost. His fingers twitched, a faint sign of life that filled with hope.
!!!
"Please, Hael," I murmured, tears streaming down my face. "Co back," The idea of him not being here anymore was far beyond dreadful for . I never thought it would be possible for him to get this injured, so I never thought about his death.
But now that I’ve seen him dying, I can’t stop myself from shaking. My heart was still trembling even though I was seeing him get healed.
His chest rose and fell with more strength, his breathing becoming steadier. The color slowly returned to his skin which made happy but I couldn’t relax.
I didn’t stop the healing, not till all of him was back to how I rembered. Eventually the light faded out, I placed my hands on his chest and felt him breathe.
OH! Thank God!!
"Hael!" I called his na but he didn’t wake up, "Hael!" I shook his body but he didn’t respond. On the contrary, I felt like the world began to swirl around but I shook my head and focused on Hael again.
Why wasn’t he waking up?
It scared the hell out of so I bent down and placed my ear next to his chest to check his heart.
I heard it beating.
lub dub
lub dub
lub dub
It was steady. I slowly backed away and sat up again, then looked at his face. He looked like he was peaceful, but why isn’t he waking up?
Then I felt another attack. Everything around seed to lt away and I blacked out in an instant.
***
>>Hael
Over the years suffering has marked my life.
It was an endless series of betrayals that kept pushing towards eventual hatred for everything and the inability to get attached to anything. I rember the day my mother abandoned , leaving to fend for myself in that isolated hut.
When I went to live with the elves, hoping that being the sa kind as them would make them extend kindness to a wretched child like . But they turned away, their eyes cold and distant, as they isolated in a world full of people.
I never knew it was possible to be so alone when there were always people around you.
From there, my life only spiraled further into a nightmare. My mother abandoned a second ti, this ti far worse than the first. I was enslaved, and exploited in ways that left scars deeper than any wound. I was forced to labor until my body was broken, my spirit crushed under the weight of endless toil. No one cared about ; no one saw as anything more than a tool to be used and discarded.
Even when I was able to leave the hounds that would eat at night in the battlefields, life wasn’t much different as a slave under the noblen. It was easier in so ways, but never any less appaling.
It would often make wonder if that was what I was ant to .
Maybe all of that happened to because I was a wretched child, one that wasn’t even liked by his own mother. One that was left by his father before he got to morize his face.
I would have lived quietly if I was asked to.
I wouldn’t have bothered anyone.
I wouldn’t have bothered Mom either, if she had told to keep my mouth shut and stay in so corner, I would have done that too.
I never asked for anything extravagant, I just wanted to live like normal people.
But the world just didn’t want that for .
Was suffering my whole life and then dying a brutal death was all I was ant for?
From rags, I made my way to the highest position I could manage. People could no longer exploit and it was peaceful. Yet I felt dead inside
My chest felt like it had a gaping hole in it. I was still in the sa isolated situation, surrounded by people.
The hole ca into being when my Mother stopped talking to when I was a little boy.
And from then it just kept growing.
It kept eating inside.
Was there anything in my life that made feel different? People always treated like a pretty doll. I knew I chard people.
Even my master was like that.
...
Right, My master, My Lady, Corvina. The woman who was obsessed with .
***
"My Lady," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I opened my eyes.
I blinked and then looked around as I sat up. I was in an extravagant room. I let out a soft breath as I realized I must be in one of the Palace guest rooms.
I placed my hand on my chest, then softly scoffed.
I was sure I was dead. I brought my hand down and looked at my palm. The only reason I’m alive is because of My Lady. Because she called out to .
It created a link between us and I used that to get back to where she was, in a reversal thod, I used her mana too.
I let out another soft breath
Corvina was different from the rest of the people.
She did hurt , she even confined for stupid reasons, but she didn’t force herself on . What she wanted was my attention. As a kid she always followed around. The way her eyes sparkled whenever she was with would make uncomfortable. No one was ever that happy to see .
But she was. And I never knew how to deal with that. I didn’t understand it.
I closed my hand.
As we grew though, her obsession did grow toxic. She started doing the things other people did which disappointed . It seed like she wasn’t much different than the rest. She even used the heart stone on , but after using it twice she stopped.
All of her changed after that.
And she apologized. All of the sudden she beca a new person. And the only person who put in the effort to care for . I found that weird as well. I couldn’t understand that either.
Yet there was sothing about her and only her,
There was a knock on the door and I turned my head to look at it,
When she changed, sothing about her drew in. Her obsessive behavior stopped. I didn’t find the look in her eyes either but it was replaced by sothing else-
"Master Hael, have you woken up?" It must be a butler from the palace.
-Guilt
If I don’t answer, he’s going to co inside anyway, "Co in," I ordered and the door opened. A butler ca rushing in
"Oh!" He ca to the bedside and gave a bow, "Thank Heavens you are up, Master Hael," He looked towards but didn’t et my gaze, "Is there anything I can get you?"
"Saint Amber," I asked,
"Yes?" He looked at in confusion.
"Where is Saint Amber?" She was the first thing on my mind.
"Oh," His gaze dropped, "The Saint is being held in the dungeon."
What?
***
>>Amber
I huddled next to the wall, feeling the cold stone floor seep into my bones. The air was thick and damp, slling like mold and rot. The walls around were slick with moisture, and it felt like they were closing in, making the already tiny cell even smaller.
A sliver of light ca through a tiny barred window way up high, barely enough to pierce the gloom. The rough stone floor was uneven, littered with dirt and who knows what else. Dark patches of wet moss grew in the corners, adding to the gross, neglected vibe of the place.
There was a narrow wooden bench on one side of the cell, but it looked like it would give more splinters than comfort. It was cold and hard, not a spot to find any kind of relief. In the opposite corner was a rusty old bucket, the dungeon’s version of a toilet, and it reeked, the sll mixing unpleasantly with the already foul air.
I can’t believe they still put in here after I saved the life of the Magic Master. Not only did I bring him back from the brink of death, which is practically a miracle since the miasma had seeped into his blood as well. My power ended up covering the entire palace grounds, or so I heard.
No wonders I fainted after that, I was out of mana. But when I woke up, I was already in this cell.
I let out a sigh
I’m just glad I was able to save Hael.
I wonder if he’s okay though? When is he gonna wake up?
I fiddled with my thumbs. Ever since I was thrown in here I’ve been thinking.
About Illaris and Hael.
What happened to her. Even if I hadn’t touched her, she would have fainted anyway with how bad she looked. This is just my deduction, but I’m positive about it.
And she still hasn’t woken up.
On the other hand, How did Hael get so brutally injured?
My heart rate was higher than usual. Because what I was actually thinking about, was my first life here. I died when I turned eighteen but the world must have kept going.
So if the events played out in similar ways if not the sa. Illaris must have been in the sa situation right? Did she pass out in my first life as well? I feel like she had a reaction to her powers.
And I’m sure Hael was still sent on that investigation. But then if he went and got injured, what did he do then? Those injuries can not be healed by anyone else but a Saint.
With Illaris in a coma, did Hael die in my first life?
A shudder went down my spine and I recalled sothing.
Is that why he wasn’t in his room in my dream when the miasma clouds ate everything in its way?
Because he was dead?
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