Chapter 88: Forgotten
The wounded man’s words bore down upon my soul like the weight of a mountain, tugging at my very core and drawing me toward him. Although blind, he seemed to sense my presence, and stretched a groping hand forward. His sudden, desperate grasp caught me off guard, but after a steadying breath, I surrendered my hands into his desperate clasp. He had the hands of a warrior, easily enveloping both of mine, but a delicate shiver went through them at my touch.
"Please..." he groaned, hand clenching tight about mine. I winced at the strength crushing my fingers, and my mouth moved of its own violation, softly whispering the words of a chant.
The priests’ heads jerked up as the room flooded with a verdant light, faces slackening in shock. "Four circles!" the man cried, and the woman gasped, hand flying to her mouth.
"Restoration," I breathed, completing the spell.
The circles winked out, pouring their gathered Life energy into the blind man. He cried out, limbs twitching as the healing power washed over him, penetrating his body and seeping into his injuries.
As the spell came to an end, the priest strode over, grabbing my shoulders feverishly. His voice shook with awe, "H-how did you do that? Who are you?"
I winced as his fingers dug into my flesh, and with a rough motion, I pulled away. The man I had healed groaned once more before falling into a stillness. The priestess hurried over to check on him, and a glimmer of excitement lit up her eyes.
"They’re gone!" she cried, pulling at his bandages.
"Gone?" the man asked, staring at her dumbly. "Impossible! Not even I could help with those..."