Post 35: More Healers Than One

 

Chase held Adrian in his arms, felt her heart beat against his chest. It was steady and strong; she was alive and yet…not. Her eyes were closed and yet he could still see the white light pouring from behind them. Her skin seemed to glow from beneath; the nails of her hands were shiny. He looked up and made eye contact with Devlirus.

“What is going on?” Chase walked closer to Devlirus and tucked Adrian’s head under his chin. The Warriors came in behind him, protecting him. Devlirus’ army fell to their knees when they saw Adrian’s face. A few covered their tattoos; one man rushed forward and touched Adrian’s leg. Instantly, Chase kicked out at him and he fell to the ground. Despite the assault he laughed in joy. His skin glowed and he tore off the hat that covered his head. The tattoo that circled on his scalp and curled around his ear glowed out; his pale murky skin became a healthy, porcelain white. His red-rimmed eyes shined out before clearing. A gasp rang out among the army as he jumped to his feet. He danced around in circles before kicking his boots off. Joy filled him and he felt the dirt under his toes. The crowd began whispering and rising to their feet. The Warriors formed a circle around Chase and Adrian as they began pressing in. Their swords and daggers in their hands pointed out.

“Quiet!” Devlirus dropped to his knees before Chase and Adrian and lifted his hands above his head. All the soldiers quieted but they couldn’t stop the rising joy in their bodies. Everyone paused and held their breath as Devlirus breathed in deep before jumping to his feet again. He came forward and before Chase could move backwards he touched his fingers to Adrian’s forehead. His pale skin almost instantly lightened and gained a healthy glow. His red-rimmed eyes cleared out. His tattoo appeared, he’d been hiding it just as some of the others had. It was angry, fiery red but glowed and settled beneath his skin. Smiling to himself, Devlirus turned toward his men.

“We’ve found her!” He yelled out and threw one of his hands up in the air. He then collected himself and stood still. “She’s our Healer and she’s coming back to Malvroy with us.” He started forward and stopped short as Nile jumped before him.

“We can’t take her. You know she has to be here. How can she heal us if she doesn’t stay here? You know the prophecy.” He held a hand against Devlirus’ shoulder and pressed back softly.

“But she’s here, they should be happy for us to take her. If we have her we don’t need the life source. Earth can live. They just have to give up the Healer.” He shook his head angrily.

What he said made sense. One life in exchange for that of a planet. Shaman, the healer from the European team, spoke into the minds of the other warriors.

Let’s not move too fast. Did you hear what Vectio’s father said? She has to be here in order to heal anyone. Let’s figure out what all this means. 

  

He is not my father! But you are correct. We need more information before we start trying to hand her.

“What do you mean she’s your Healer?” Shepard came forward and moved right in front of Chase.

“Two centuries ago the prophet Egeria Shen prophesied that a Healer of three worlds would hear our land. She said that a woman with emeralds as eyes would appear in the sky and heal our skin. We would wait until the symbols on our skin burned red and our eyes became that of devils. Then she would appear with a hunter at her side. She would be a conduit of white and through her blood and soul a world would be restored. Two with blood would share a burden of the sick and ill. Separated they have been and distant it will be but together they will work miracles.” Devlirus recited the words from memory as if he’d said them a million times.

“If there is a Healer that could heal your land then why are you trying to steal the light source of another?” Annalise spoke with anger in her voice. She leaned toward him and pushed a finger into his chest. “And just so that we are clear, my daughter isn’t going anywhere!” She tried to continue but whirling noises sounded out and drown her words. A strong wind passed through and just inside the protected circle of warriors, two men and one woman appeared. One man, familiar to the group, stood in front of the others and whipped his sword from behind his back. He walked forward, slowly, his features set. Annalise choked on her words and stepped forward.

“Anders,” she gasped out, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Annalise…” he spoke just before covering her lips with his own. He used his free hand to cup her chin and lifted her off her feet. The kiss lasted but a moment, long as forever for the two. Releasing her lips, Anders tucked his face into her neck as she cried. “I came, I tried to stay away, I really did but I couldn’t. Our daughter…” He spoke, his voice filled with emotion and he couldn’t continue.

“Anders.” The voice came from one of the warriors behind him and he released her. She clung to him when her feet touched the ground. He held her as if he would never let go. “We have to go, the portal is closing.”

“Devlirus, the prophet spoke of not one Healer, but of two. Not to be in two places but two people, working in sync from separate places. Yes, Adrian is one Healer; but I am the other. My men and I will come with you back to Malvroy and help heal your land but you must leave my daughter in peace. My daughter, her friends, this race, this planet; you must leave them all alone. Leave and never return. On that, I will have your word.”

“My word, is yours.” Devlirus spoke, his face-hardened. He got what he wanted, he must be satisfied.

“But I just got you back!” Annalise gasped shifting away from Anders body so that she could look up into his eyes.

“My love, you will not lose me again. I risked everything to come down here, to see you and our daughter. I don’t want to leave you behind. Say you will come to Malvroy with me so that we may be together.” He looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and poured his love out to her. She drank in his promise and nodded her head.

“I will. I will.” I love you. She whispered into his mind, praying that he’d hear. They’d been apart for so long she wasn’t sure if the connection they once had would work.

I hear you, my love. I love you as well. Anders lifted his hand and touched her forehead softly. He then traced the lines of her face. I’ve always remembered.

“Ok, now that that is squared away; can someone tell us how to bring Adrian back? Where is she?” Chase spoke, still carrying the unconscious Adrian in his arms. The glow beneath her skin had dimmed when Anders arrived but it was still present. Though her heart was still strong, as was her pulse, she was immobile.

“I’m sorry, Chase. We can’t take her out of the trance. She’s Transcended. Currently, her body is here but her mind is walking, in the flesh, on Malvroy.” Anders spoke. He walked forward and touched his daughter for the first time. Immediately her skin glowed where his hand had grazed her arm. Her blood recognized it’s own.

“So, they are able to see, hear and touch her there?” Tristan asked.

“Yes, it’s as if she’s really there.” Anders spoke.

“So if she dies there, she might really die here as well?” Chase asked.

“That…my daughters mate, is true.”

 

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