He manage to get far enough away from the Grindstone before he ran, the words he had said to his friend, no to Sir Howl, ringing in his head. 'Stop being an idiot.' In that one moment of anger...that Howl would never let him try to heal him. It was all because of the way he heal, using his own aether to help others in there time of need. Why couldn't any of them understand? WHY?
His tears blind him as he pass through the gate, bumping into several people, and turning to head for the Quicksand. A dark blue robe, a flash of pain across his left arm, and he stumbles forward. He brought his hand up, healing...or try to heal. The moment he try to apply aether to it, the place burn cold, and when he drew his glove back, there was no blood. 'John,' Kit whisper in his head.
"I don't know what happen," he whisper to her. Â It just burn but in a very cold manner. Â He look around but whoever he had run into was long gone. Â "Come on, Kit," he said. Â He need to check the wound before he try to figure out a different way to heal. Â Once the pair was in the room, he remove the robe he had on. Â "It seems like it's heal." Â The slash was shallow, red with strange coldness to it. Â It almost reminds him of that void spell that had wash over him at the Runestone the week before. Â "What do you see, Kit?" h ask.
'Dark line,' she said. Â 'Don't like.' Â She crawl up on the bed next to him. Â 'John,' came her worry thought.
John blink as a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Â "Kit," he began, only to fall backward across the bed.
****
John found himself in his parents' bed, ten years old again.  He shiver with chills, even with the pile of blankets around and on his body. 'No,' he whisper in his head, terror crawling up from the pit of his stomach, 'please not this.  Anything but this.'
He could hear the footsteps coming to the door.  "Don't worry," the voice said, dark and sinister to his ears, "I see to 'it' for you Madam Waterstrike." The door open to reveal the elezen standing in the doorway, blocking out the light. Something dark glitter in his hand. The door shut behind him, deep blue robes draining what light had been in the room. His eyes follows the elezen as he came around the bed. "Now, let's see what we can do about you."
He wants to scream, 'Howl, someone, I don't want to remember this. Please don't make me remember this.' The elezen took his hand, and he was falling, watching 'him' beat the young woman, feeling the sick thrill the elezen got from it, claim that she was to be punish because that what the Elementals told him to do. He tried to stop him. He yell out, telling him to stop hurting her. The vision was gone and he was staring up at the Elezen, watching the flash of fear, then the dark smile came across his face.
"You are a curse voidsent," he said. "The Elementals said not to heal you that you should be sent back to the void." No, no, Tanya told him he wasn't curse. Howl said he wasn't curse. But he remember what he had said to Howl...how he was far worst then 'him'. He knew that Fabrellet would turn away and leave the room. He would then tell his parents that he couldn't go against the elements and they couldn't come in. The Elementals wanted him dead and he was going to die alone and then his sister would come in and... "But I'll make sure that you are sent back like you should have been all those years ago."
'What, no, this wasn't what happen.'Â Fabrellet drew out a dark blade, pulling his hand back to bring in down in a arc at his heart.
"Where is he? Where is my brother?" His sister voice, outside the door. She was here and Fabrellet, turn to glare at the door.
"Lady Waterstrike," Fabrellet voice said, also outside the door. But if Fabrellet was outside then who was... "I can not do anything for him. It is best that you didn't have to see the condition that he is now. Remember him as he had bee..." the sound of wood meeting flesh.
"If my brother is dying, I will NOT let him dye alone."Â The door is thrown open, flooding the room in light, "John..." came her voice as well as a loud chiming sound...
****
John shot up, clutching his burning arm, breathing heavily. 'What, was that about...' The linkpearl chimed again and he reach for it, placing it into his ear. "Yes," he said, hoping that his shaking voice would just be confused for being woke up. Titor's voice came over the pearl, telling him that Raimy had been found. "What do you need of me?"
Titor told him that his offense spell would be needed to back up the fighters were going to help with the mission. "You 'saw' his condition," Titor said. "Once you get him out, we'll need you to start healing him until we can get out ourselves."
"I..." John began, remember that he promise Warren and the others that he would find a way to heal without using his aether. But there wasn't time to try and leave some new way to heal and he would never turn to the Elements...not after they call for his death. 'I know you'll never going to forgive me Howl,' he thought, 'but I have to do this.' His voice is steady. "I do whatever you need of me, Sir Titor."
'Even if it mean that I'm killing myself. I sorry, Howl.'
His tears blind him as he pass through the gate, bumping into several people, and turning to head for the Quicksand. A dark blue robe, a flash of pain across his left arm, and he stumbles forward. He brought his hand up, healing...or try to heal. The moment he try to apply aether to it, the place burn cold, and when he drew his glove back, there was no blood. 'John,' Kit whisper in his head.
"I don't know what happen," he whisper to her. Â It just burn but in a very cold manner. Â He look around but whoever he had run into was long gone. Â "Come on, Kit," he said. Â He need to check the wound before he try to figure out a different way to heal. Â Once the pair was in the room, he remove the robe he had on. Â "It seems like it's heal." Â The slash was shallow, red with strange coldness to it. Â It almost reminds him of that void spell that had wash over him at the Runestone the week before. Â "What do you see, Kit?" h ask.
'Dark line,' she said. Â 'Don't like.' Â She crawl up on the bed next to him. Â 'John,' came her worry thought.
John blink as a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Â "Kit," he began, only to fall backward across the bed.
****
John found himself in his parents' bed, ten years old again.  He shiver with chills, even with the pile of blankets around and on his body. 'No,' he whisper in his head, terror crawling up from the pit of his stomach, 'please not this.  Anything but this.'
He could hear the footsteps coming to the door.  "Don't worry," the voice said, dark and sinister to his ears, "I see to 'it' for you Madam Waterstrike." The door open to reveal the elezen standing in the doorway, blocking out the light. Something dark glitter in his hand. The door shut behind him, deep blue robes draining what light had been in the room. His eyes follows the elezen as he came around the bed. "Now, let's see what we can do about you."
He wants to scream, 'Howl, someone, I don't want to remember this. Please don't make me remember this.' The elezen took his hand, and he was falling, watching 'him' beat the young woman, feeling the sick thrill the elezen got from it, claim that she was to be punish because that what the Elementals told him to do. He tried to stop him. He yell out, telling him to stop hurting her. The vision was gone and he was staring up at the Elezen, watching the flash of fear, then the dark smile came across his face.
"You are a curse voidsent," he said. "The Elementals said not to heal you that you should be sent back to the void." No, no, Tanya told him he wasn't curse. Howl said he wasn't curse. But he remember what he had said to Howl...how he was far worst then 'him'. He knew that Fabrellet would turn away and leave the room. He would then tell his parents that he couldn't go against the elements and they couldn't come in. The Elementals wanted him dead and he was going to die alone and then his sister would come in and... "But I'll make sure that you are sent back like you should have been all those years ago."
'What, no, this wasn't what happen.'Â Fabrellet drew out a dark blade, pulling his hand back to bring in down in a arc at his heart.
"Where is he? Where is my brother?" His sister voice, outside the door. She was here and Fabrellet, turn to glare at the door.
"Lady Waterstrike," Fabrellet voice said, also outside the door. But if Fabrellet was outside then who was... "I can not do anything for him. It is best that you didn't have to see the condition that he is now. Remember him as he had bee..." the sound of wood meeting flesh.
"If my brother is dying, I will NOT let him dye alone."Â The door is thrown open, flooding the room in light, "John..." came her voice as well as a loud chiming sound...
****
John shot up, clutching his burning arm, breathing heavily. 'What, was that about...' The linkpearl chimed again and he reach for it, placing it into his ear. "Yes," he said, hoping that his shaking voice would just be confused for being woke up. Titor's voice came over the pearl, telling him that Raimy had been found. "What do you need of me?"
Titor told him that his offense spell would be needed to back up the fighters were going to help with the mission. "You 'saw' his condition," Titor said. "Once you get him out, we'll need you to start healing him until we can get out ourselves."
"I..." John began, remember that he promise Warren and the others that he would find a way to heal without using his aether. But there wasn't time to try and leave some new way to heal and he would never turn to the Elements...not after they call for his death. 'I know you'll never going to forgive me Howl,' he thought, 'but I have to do this.' His voice is steady. "I do whatever you need of me, Sir Titor."
'Even if it mean that I'm killing myself. I sorry, Howl.'
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