The Growing of Healers
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
685
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
She is Dying
The famed healer Miranda of Linidor finally looked directly at the frantic man beside her. “Aldin. Good sir, please, if you are so concerned for your wife, you will take calm and leave me in quiet to look her over, please.”
But the young warrior was beyond heeding her words. He was frantic, animalistic in his madness over his unconscious love. “Kievella, my love! Oh no my Kievella! Why? Why healer; why is she so? ‘Twas naught but yesterday that she was awake and strong, a stronger being than I or any warrior could ever feign to be, o’ healer render my Kievella from this ailment which keeps her in darkness, o poor Kievella…” The distressed man’s words were cut off by the opening of the door into their healing room. It was Aldin’s brother, brought word of his sister-in-law’s sudden collapse from a friend who had witnessed the scene.
“Aldin? Kievealla! Aldin, what is going on? What happened? Is she sick? Is it the baby?”
Unable to contain her frustration any longer, the healer turned from her patient and glared at one man, and then the other, her fiery red hair falling in a blaze around her stony cheeks and passionate azure eyes. “Men!” she boomed, “if you do not get out this second, not only may your wife die presently that I cannot concentrate to help her, but I will send my guards on you for causing this raucous in my infirmary. Are we clear? Now OUT with you!”
Aldin did not obey these words, and instead whined pitifully “oh, no mistress, I shall not leave my Kievella, not now, like this!”
However, the man’s brother still had his wits about him. “Come now, little brother, we will wait outside. You are not a healer, and there is nothing you can do to help Kievella than to do what this healer says.” And with that, Eilin snatched his little brother by the collar and dragged yanked him out the door and shut it behind him.
Miranda of Lindir stared at the door for a moment, and then turned her eyes back to the woman on the table, and her eyes seemed to turn from blue to gray as she uttered a heavy sigh. “Oh, this life. How am I to tell this Aldin that his beautiful Kievella is dying.”
But the young warrior was beyond heeding her words. He was frantic, animalistic in his madness over his unconscious love. “Kievella, my love! Oh no my Kievella! Why? Why healer; why is she so? ‘Twas naught but yesterday that she was awake and strong, a stronger being than I or any warrior could ever feign to be, o’ healer render my Kievella from this ailment which keeps her in darkness, o poor Kievella…” The distressed man’s words were cut off by the opening of the door into their healing room. It was Aldin’s brother, brought word of his sister-in-law’s sudden collapse from a friend who had witnessed the scene.
“Aldin? Kievealla! Aldin, what is going on? What happened? Is she sick? Is it the baby?”
Unable to contain her frustration any longer, the healer turned from her patient and glared at one man, and then the other, her fiery red hair falling in a blaze around her stony cheeks and passionate azure eyes. “Men!” she boomed, “if you do not get out this second, not only may your wife die presently that I cannot concentrate to help her, but I will send my guards on you for causing this raucous in my infirmary. Are we clear? Now OUT with you!”
Aldin did not obey these words, and instead whined pitifully “oh, no mistress, I shall not leave my Kievella, not now, like this!”
However, the man’s brother still had his wits about him. “Come now, little brother, we will wait outside. You are not a healer, and there is nothing you can do to help Kievella than to do what this healer says.” And with that, Eilin snatched his little brother by the collar and dragged yanked him out the door and shut it behind him.
Miranda of Lindir stared at the door for a moment, and then turned her eyes back to the woman on the table, and her eyes seemed to turn from blue to gray as she uttered a heavy sigh. “Oh, this life. How am I to tell this Aldin that his beautiful Kievella is dying.”