The spark that repels us.
gather-with worn hands. Though the early air smelt of moist ground and the faint promise of rain, the heavens stayed clear. Stepping outside his small cottage, t
ill, today felt different. Like a storm building just over the horizon, an odd discomfort stayed in the air. Reversing the sensation, the
the clearing, two lights moved. One gleamed a brilliant gold, warm and welcoming; the other glittered silvery blue, frigid but hypnotic. As though trapped in a cosmi
of supernatural events, of celestial beings descending into the earthly domain. Standing here in front of these lights now, he experienc
r his eyes as a blast of vitality tore over the clearing. As he ventured back to look, the lights had begun to shift. They first took on human
ension, he was unsure what he was seeing. The figures danced as he looked, their brightness decreasing as though
Though it cost a lot, the medication could bring life back from almost death. Its components were scarce, and its preparation call
line. Still, he sensed a draw more powerful than reason or obligation as he studied the two figur
g into the air. Gritting his teeth, the healer decided. He pulled the pill from his pouch with shaking hands and lightly pressed it to the girl's lips. The pill melted right away
d limited ability, the healer dug inside his pouch. His fingers closed around empty cotton, the lack of another pill a sharp reminder of the d
m confirmed even more; her features became more distinct. She was young-no younger than three-had beautiful features
e now," he murmured, his voice firm despite inner conflict. "Rest," said you. You have gone through a
one to choose to save her above the lad? He knew none of what had happened could be shared with anyone. Though its followers were not immune to doubt and mistrust, the group was p
ome back, but to him it felt less brilliant than it had. His mind kept the recollection
e time when fate would reweave her strands. For now, it floated silently and unassumingly through the invisible cur