《The life of a Soldier》Chapter 8 : A trip into the city pt2 (delay)
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Dorian rushed to Arin's side quickly putting his hand to her neck checking her pulse. The slow barely noticeable beats were still there. The knot in Dorians stomache unraveled a bit and he took a close look at Arin's body. She had multiple cuts on her hands and arms showing that she had been fighting when she was attacked.
How Dorian had not woken up from the sounds of the fight was a mystery to him. The most logical explanation was that magic was used to cover up the sounds of the fight. Blaitz, Vor and Gladiel stormed into the room staring at Arin and the pool of blood she was lying in with a mix of anguish, rage and confusion on their faces.
“I-is she?” Gladiel stammered.
“She's alive, for now. The biggest concern is that she lost alot of blood. Mori go with Blaitz, get me some cloth, purified water, and needle and thread if you have them.”
Mori stood there shocked for a moment still staring at the blood but when Blaitz tapped her on the shoulder she nodded and they ran downstairs. “Gladiel, you know the city, get a priest here as fast as you can, i will keep her alive as best i can untill then.”
Gladiel gave him a grin look and sprinted down the stairs. “Vor could you watch my back while i work, the first stages i wont be able to move.” Vor grunted in response and placed himself in the doorway. The menacing aura emanating from his body would scare any sane minded person away.
Dorian took a deep breath and focused his magical power. Taking a deep breath he sat down next to Arin and put his fingers on her body. First thing first he needed to make sure that she would not die due to blood loss. Which meant slowing down the heart. The only way he knew how to do that was connecting his heart beat with hers and slowing his down to the point were the bloodflow would be almost completely stalled.
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Putting his hand on her chest he started combining their magical circuits. He focused on her heart beat and his own and slowly yet steadily forced them to harmonise. His body slowly pulsated heat into the room cooling down her body by taking the heat into his own. By lowering her body temperature so much that the heart thought she was on ice would slow down the beat to nearly nothing.
Doing so was dangerous but the amount of blood Arin had lost was just to much for him to do anything else. Blaitz and Mori were rushing back upstairs, Blaitz holding the bucket and Mori holding a bunch of bandages and needle and thread.
The scene they walked back into was Dorian sitting in a meditative posture with almost visible heatwaves emanating from his body spreading throughout the room. Arin looked extremely pale as if she was already on deaths door. The 2 took a step forward to tell Dorian that they had the things he asked for but a few words from Vor stopped them.
“The magic Dorian is performing is best not interrupted, the only thing keeping Arin from bleeding out right now is that trance he is in, It would be best to wait till Gladiel comes back with the priest.”
Blaitz looked at Vor nervously and then to Arin. He knew that magic was not his area of expertise but that Dorian and Vor knew quite a bit about it and that they should be. A large burly man walked up the stairs behind Blaitz and Mori. He looked through the door with a grim look on his face.
“Wat kind of degenerate would dare attack the customers of my inn!” He grunted angrily. “I will rip their spines out through their mouths, i will cut of their ballsack and make them eat it, I!” Mori quickly walked forward to stop the owner from finishing his rant.
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The large muscular man just looked at her for a second and then took a deep breath and calmed himself down. There was still an aura ready to kill hanging around him. The man was just oozing danger. He seemed extremely angry that one of his customers had died under his watch.
After wat seemed like an eternity Gladiel came back running up the stairs with a young bald priest in tow. The priest took a quick look at the situation and then after a quick look from Gladiel, Vor let the priest inside. The priest put his hand on Dorian and Arin aswell and joined in their magical little circle.
Dorian felt another magical presence enter the magical circle he had hastily created. He could sense an overbearing pressure of white magic and immediately concluded that this was the priest he had asked for.
He quickly led the presence on a tour through Arins body and showed him the injuries. Not all of the injuries were physical some of the injuries were magical and not something that Dorian could do anything about.
He could feel the presence that was the priest seeping onto the very fabric of Arins existence. He felt the wounds being sown shut and the magical wounds being engulfed in a soft white light. The priest did his job quickly and expertly.
The ones who were watching the priest work only felt a soft warm glow filling the room. The room temperature being restored to a much more comfortable state. The young priest eventually lifted his hands with a sigh and sat himself against the wall.
The group swarmed around him doing their best to wait till the priest had caught his breath.
“You can stop worrying she will survive the ordeal.” The priest told him when he saw how anxious they were. A combined sigh of relief went through the room. Everyone was more than happy to know Arin would survive.
“There is one thing however that i am not able to heal. Nor do i think there is any priest skilled enough to fix. Her eyes will never see light again i'm afraid. My apologies.” The priest said bowing to them when he said his apology.
Mori made a squeaking sound when she heard the news. The rest of the group looked grim and stared at the still unmoving Arin. suddenly they heard someone rushing up the stairs. Tolu walked in followed by a girl Dorian did not recognize. Pale skin, and a angular yet somehow exoticly beautiful face was framed by dark full hair.
“S-s-she said she saw the people who did this to your friend leave the building!”
Everyone stared at the girl Tolu had brought in. The very air of the room could be felt growing colder as a grim aura started to seep from the 4 young men as they realised they now had people they could hunt.
Sorry guys. I found something i really liked. (book serie) And i spent the last week binge reading all of it. I can get obsessed for short perioeds of time like that. Ill try to get back into my rythm now that i finished it. Hope you guys are still around!
And as always thanx for reading!
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