Finally, I could see the Royal Palace in the distance, its grandeur contrasting starkly with the urgency of the situation. My heart races as my eyes catch a glimpse of a small figure on a cliff, a little girl lying unconscious.
My determination surges even further. With a swift adjustment of my wind manipulation, I angle my descent toward the cliff. The wind cushions my landing, ensuring a gentle touch-down. Onlookers gasp and point as they witness the spectacle of a figure descending from the sky. They approach hesitantly, curiosity and awe mingling in their expressions.
I rush to the little girl's side, my concern deepening as I take in the extent of her injuries. Her fragile form cradled in my arms, I gently called her name, hoping to rouse her. The toll of the fall is evident—internal injuries, a broken leg. The situation is dire, and my magic, while skilled, can't undo the physical harm she's endured.
As if in response to my words, the girl stirs. Her eyes flutter open, and she gazes up at me, a mixture of confusion and pain evident in her expression. Her voice, fragile and trembling, breaks through her discomfort.
"Please, help me..." Liora pleaded in pain. The plea is soft but carries a weight of desperation. Her vulnerability tugs at my heart, driving me to act swiftly. I cradle her gently, reassuringly. "You're safe now," I promise, my voice gentle and soothing. "I'm here to help."
Her eyes lock onto mine, gratitude mingling with pain. I assess her injuries once more, calculating the best course of action.
"My leg... it hurts so much," she whispers, tears glistening in her eyes.
I meet her gaze with empathy, my heart aching for her. "I know it's painful," I say softly, my tone understanding. "Let me help you."
I lay Liora on the ground, her small form looking even more fragile.
"Please, let me heal your wound". Drawing upon the lessons I've learned, I focus my magic with a newfound sense of determination. Healing has become an intricate dance of understanding the body's needs, learned through Lady Ellis's guidance and my experiences with Sphynx and Jake. The last time I harnessed this magic was in a dire situation, much like this one.
"All I had to do was focus my magic on repairing her body" I try to convince myself that I am capable of doing it.
I could sense the light particles attaching the fracture back together.
My hands hover above Liora's injured leg, and a soft, radiant light envelops the area. A magic circle forms beneath my touch, a manifestation of the healing energies at play. The light pulses with a gentle, soothing rhythm, and I concentrate on channeling the magic into her wounds.
The energy flows, mending and repairing the damage, knitting bone and tissue together. I can feel Liora's pain subside as the healing magic takes effect, a testament to the connection between magic and life itself. The magic circle shimmers and hums, a testament to the potency of the power I wield.
Liora's breathing becomes steadier, her face relaxing as the healing takes hold. The process is delicate, requiring focus and precision. Every subtle shift in energy signifies progress, a step toward her recovery. I pour every ounce of my magical ability into this act of healing, hoping to mend not only her body but also the fragile trust she places in me.
Time seems to suspend as the healing magic works its intricate web of restoration. The light continues to radiate, a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty. With each passing moment, Liora's condition improves, her pain fading into the background.
"Thank goodness'. I sighed in relief.
Finally, as the last traces of magic dissipate, the magic circle completes its purpose, fading away with a soft glow. I withdraw my hands, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over me. Liora's eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting mine.
"It... it doesn't hurt anymore," she whispers, her voice filled with awe and gratitude.
I smile gently, relieved to hear her words. "You're okay now," I reassure her, my voice warm with sincerity.
Liora's recovery is a testament to the power of healing magic, and a small smile graces my lips as she stirs and rises. She looks at me, her gratitude shimmering in her gaze.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice carrying an emotional weight that transcends words. She's alive, and that fact alone speaks volumes.
I nod in response, my own relief mirrored in my eyes. "You're welcome," I reply softly, my voice sincere. "Rest, and take care of yourself." But as Liora sits up, her expression still clouded with shock, she speaks, her curiosity evident in her words.
"I thought I would have died. It… It was scary and I…" she started to cry, as is her nature as a kid. I offer her a reassuring smile.
"It's fine. I understand," I said gently, and she suddenly hugged me for a warm comfort. I realized that the truth of my magical abilities might be more than she's ready to comprehend at this moment. She rested herself and calmed down by herself as I patted her for being so brave. "You're safe now." I give her a word of comfort.
Before our conversation can continue, a voice calls out—sharp and urgent. "Young princess!"