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II.

Those were the same eyes that centuries ago caught his in a chapel.
It was centuries, if not a thousand years ago when a report of a harpy attacking healers at Karu’s Heal Chapel in Sashero’s lands was brought to him. Ane, being a healer himself, was anxious to go and investigate; so anxious he left without the others.
“Why did he go by himself?” Sashero snatched his coat from the bedpost, “Doesn’t he get he’s a target?” He walked up the steps from his room to the main living room of the mansion briskly nearly bumping into Kuaru, who seemed to be in a more desperate situation than everybody else. “Why didn’t you stop him? He’s your responsibility.”
Turning his back on his older brother, Kuaru headed toward the main entrance to the house, “I love him, not control him.”
“Is there a difference?”
Kuaru usually let comments like that pass. Usually. But when he’s like that not even big brother Sashero is safe. “Sashero, I could spend the next hundred millenniums explaining to you the difference between love and control, but a being like you with your personality are fucked up because my friend, no one is going to love you, except this little brother of yours.” And left the mansion.
“You talk as if I was interested in it.”
“You might be one day.” Allen’s voice came from behind him as calm as always. “You never know.”
Sashero and Allen his right hand man and leader of the werewolves, set off to catch up with Kuaru , who, by now, had a good distance from them.

Already caught up with Kuaru, the three of them reached the Karu’s Heal Chapel, looking as gothic as it always did, but small. Enough space for teachers and five students each.
Allen, taking a sniff at the air, “So, what exactly did the report say?” He stopped sniffing and stared at the great bronze doors.
Marvelous are these, representing Karu’s twelve ordeals of the gift over healing his young brother after being shot with a dark arrow; telling his parents and the village headman and being accused of witchcraft, sentenced to death; how his younger brother took his place (unknown to others due to the hood those condemned used) at the stake while Karu fled; his encounter with a shadowed being and Karu’s victory over it; his meeting with the Starlings when he was told he had the gift of life; how the Starling taught him the secrets of nature and its healings and dangerous effects; when he left he Starlings haven to set his own path; his meeting with a hurt girl and healed her, and this same girl, an angel told him that in this place he must start his teachings and help those who need him; when the school was attacked by demons and was defended by the great lord Jonay and healed their injured; when the pact was made for the school to be protected (this one featuring Lord Jonay, Erin & Ruos the master angels, Aremose, the demons’ lord back then and his eldest son, Sashero); and when Karu’s life ended; and the last one, when the healers were informed they served a higher purpose.
“If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t believe it.” Said Allen still looking at it.
“You were there?”
Frustrated for not getting his recognition, “Yes, Kuaru unlike what the door indicates, I was there with Sashero the whole time.”
Right when Kuaru started his next question, Sashero advised him not to, that it wasn’t a good subject with Allen.

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