Post 34: The Healer

 

She felt as if she was on two different planes. On one her eyes were open, emerald green jewels that looked upon the soft features of the people beneath her. A group of young children with eyes filled with awe and hope stared up at her. Behind them, more wary, a group of adults with dark eyes huddled. One woman with half her face tattooed, walked up to her and reached up. Her hand passed through Adrian’s leg, as if she were a ghost. She jumped back and gasped. Her soft brown skin glowed where it’d touched Adrian. It spread over her body and seemed to heal her. Her skin was healthy, it’s soft caramel toned skin shimmered as Adrian’s did. Her tattoos glowed white just before settling back into it’s dark color.

“It’s gone!” The woman seemed to yell out. She turned toward the group of children that stood behind her, chattering. “It’s gone!” She exclaimed as she turned to the adults that began walking towards her.

“What’s gone?” Adrian spoke. Her voice was different, almost musical; she could barely recognize it. It was soft and sweet and it rang out long in the end. At first the woman stared up at her in awe again and then she smiled a deep grin that ran from one dimple to the other.

“The pain…it’s gone.” The woman then reached out and grabbed the man who stood beside her. He was hunched over; a slip of cloth covered his mouth and wrapped around his neck. His eyes seemed bloodshot. There was no pupil as his entire iris was black and rimmed with a fiery red, much like she’d seen in Devlirus. His eyebrows were almost nonexistent and his eyelashes were few. The tattoos that covered the side of his head were a fiery red as opposed to the dark or brown that covered the heads of the other men in the area. The woman took his hand and shoved it in Adrian’s direction. He jerked his hand back and out of the woman’s grasp.

“Drerline! You know you aren’t supposed to touch me!” he jerked away from the group and stood at a good distance. The woman who’d touched Adrian looked down at her hand where she’d grasp his arm. It stayed the soft brown from before. Smiling ruefully she ran back to the man.

“She heals!” she all but yelled. She smiled up at Adrian and then frowned. “Can you come down? Are you stuck?” Adrian glanced down at herself and at the cloth that was fitted to her body. She shrugged her shoulders and then willed her feet to the ground. Softly she came to the ground and landed with a soft thud. Leaning forward, Adrian grabbed the man’s arm before he could jump out of her reach. Her arm tingled slightly before his skin began to glow.

“H…how?” His voice lifted a few octaves as the glow spread across his skin and touched his tattoos. They changed and moved, as if dancing, across his scalp. Smiling, the man ripped the cloth from his neck and threw it with force to the ground. He then grabbed her in his arms and lifted her above his head in jubilance. Softly lowering her, the man danced in a circle, twirling her. She laughed as his joy filled the air. The crowd around her began to speak in disbelief. A few men shouted out.

“The Healer has come! The Healer has come! The Prophecy has come true!” He then grabbed her from the first mans arms and lifted her above his head. “Call the Speakers!” Adrian laughed, exasperated, and clung to the man’s arm.

“Please, please, put me down.” She spoke firmly but kept the smile on her face. “I’m not a healer, I’m just an editor. I’m from Earth. Where are we?” She turned to the woman who she’d first healed and took her hand. The crowd murmured again in doubt. If she wasn’t the Healer then who was she and why did she come out of the sky?

“Malvroy.” Her face fell as she saw the look Adrian had. “I know what you are thinking and it is untrue. We are not all evil; we don’t condone the doings of our leader. We are just in need of help. He sold his soul for the dark power and let it consume him and now he has gone and we are paying the consequences of his actions.”

“Devlirus?” They all gasped as she spoke his name, one man just to her right fell to his knees. The woman before her snatched back her hand as if the pain might come back at the mention of his name. “I’m sorry, I only know him as that. I will try to refrain from saying the name in the future.” The crowd visibly relaxed simultaneously. This man really scared his people, maybe even into doing his bidding.

“You are the Healer, the Prophet, she is here! She spoke of you, almost two centuries ago. She spoke of you!” They all seemed to nod and smile at her. She was some how a Healer for these people. She, herself, wanted to know the reasoning or the words of this prophecy.

“I don’t believe I am the Healer, I’m not even from here. Please, I do not want to get your hopes up. Can I see this prophecy? Is it written down?” She asked.

“No, it is in our minds and in our hearts. We don’t need to write it down. It is in our souls. You are here to save us. If you do not believe us, you can ask the Prophet yourself!”

“I thought you said she spoke of me two…two thousand years ago!” Adrian exclaimed. “How…” The woman before her, Drerline, smiled and gasped her hand.

“Ahhh, we heard that the humans on Earth no longer lived as long. A pity. You won’t have to worry about that though.” She smiled shyly and before Adrian could as what she meant, the group was hustling her off. As she walked, Adrian touched as many people as she could. She wasn’t sure if she was their Healer but just in case she wasn’t she’d pass along this healing touch before it faded.

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