Ašthaedagh, Realm of the Fae

LÍADAN Healer Witch of the StarithLay Kingdom Throne of Endless Seas

Monstrous shrieks and Dragon roars collided outside the castle with the raging battle. Echoing through the realm, they trickled into our ears like a song of despair… announcing the end.

Yet, I could not stop. I must never stop.

Grey magic flowed urgently from my hands as I placed them on the man before me. The servants had just dropped him on the makeshift bed of crates before running out to get more wounded. Blood oozed freely from a gash on his head, but he seemed lucid enough.

I could heal his cut and concussion, but he would need a moment to gain clarity before rejoining the fight.

Increasing my power into him, I watched the deep wound along his scalp close, and he slowly blinked, focusing on me. “You’ll be fine, Hun.” My attention lifted to the servants. “He needs a moment to compose himself; place him with the others.”

With my nod, they helped him to the corridor behind me, where about ten men and women were trying to regain their bearings after being treated for serious injuries. A warrior carried a blue-haired boy toward me next, laying him on the crates while others rushed a couple toward my healers.

I placed my hands on the child hurriedly. Several wounds extended along his form, blood freely pouring from the biggest one on his chest. Even as my healing energy began to flow into him, I knew he would likely not survive this.

Most of us might not.

An explosion suddenly shook the castle, sending me staggering back and interrupting my endeavor. My side slammed against the wall, and I was forced to swallow the shout of pain when a stabbing feeling traveled through my right shoulder.

It was likely dislodged, but there was no time for me to heal myself.

“Get up. She needs you!” I urged Fiona, who had just fallen on her hands and knees, and pushed myself off the wall.

She rushed to the woman she’d been healing, her grey magic flowing into the vast gap on her stomach.

Dismay reached me when I saw the child had fallen on the floor, after the crates collapsed with the blast, but I knelt over him, my hands landing on his chest once more. I continued to close the gruesome slice that extended along his torso and near his heart; it was the worst of his injuries and the deadliest.