Novel & Cerita The Healing Priest Of The Sun

Outside The Healer’s Effort “Hold him down!” the healer shouted, her voice cracking from strain. Her palms glowed, a soft but steady green light pulsing into André’s convulsing chest. “His wolf’s still in there he’s fighting!” Her hands shook as she poured every drop of ancient knowledge into his broken, poisoned body. Sweat streamed down her back. Her eyes were bloodshot from hours of chanting, her throat dry from words not spoken for centuries. The healer's lips moved with urgent precision, invoking rites older than stone, older than war. Spells once used by moon priestesses, now almost forgotten.

The sacrifice. And for seventeen long years, I never gave up searching for a way to free him. Tara, the best healer in the West, and the Lunar Priestess from the Eastern Peaks had joined forces to create what was once thought impossible—a soul-severing ritual. It was said to cleanse the body of dark essence without killing the host. It required a rare celestial bloom, watered by moonfire, and the blood of his fated mate—mine—offered under the lunar eclipse.

the Priest intoned, his voice echoing off the high stone arches. Jordan took my hand, his grip like iron, and led me to the front. We stood before the Priest, who held a bowl of sacred moon-water and a bundle of dried sage. He began the ritual, waving the smoking sage around us in slow, rhythmic circles. The scent was thick and earthy, meant to cleanse our spirits before the final binding. He dipped his fingers into the silver bowl and flicked droplets onto our foreheads, murmuring an ancient tongue that made the hair on my arms stand up.

Far to the south, in the ruins of a forgotten temple, the Solar Wolves bowed before a blazing golden altar. “Soon,” intoned their High Priest. “The Sun God will rise… and the Luna will burn.”

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

The priest made us shake hands and tied them together. “Burns, doesn't it?” I taunted. “You make jokes often?” She rolled her eyes at me. Slowly, the slashes healed, and I could feel it. By the time our hands were unwrapped, they had completely healed up. “I'm pretty sure I was slashed right here.” Hyacinth said with her gaze fixed on her healed palm. “Well, it's magic kind of.” The priest answered. “It shows that your souls have been merged into one.” “For the time being…” I quickly added , but she seemed unbothered by my words.

Her breath burned with fever, and her wounds still bled, staining the sheets beneath her. The priest stood, his gaze fixed on the window where the first rays of sunlight seemed to pierce the darkness. He closed his eyes and whispered, his voice heavy with defeat, "The sun has risen... The devil has stopped us." His words carried the bitterness of a soldier who had lost the battle before it had even begun. He turned to the door and went out, finding Miranda standing there, her eyes filled with worry, while Hussein J. remained.

Nessa asked curious, she was intermediately proficient in healing and had never heard of using sunlight to help. “Light from the sun is pure and was what was the original base for healing magic and it can help fill one with the energy required to heal, I have not had to use sunlight to assist me in many years.” Al’ik replied, “Now enough questions and rest, trust me, you will need it.” Moving back to her bedroll Nessa admitted that if Al’ik had said it would be long and painful for her tomorrow she would rest, I have a high pain tolerance, how bad can it be?

She slowly lifted her head towards the other two- "That my dear, is Zhilerian" Mama said and moved to start the healing ritual. ************************************ The evening sun casted a brilliant golden glow into Noah's apartment, the scattered furniture that was rapidly moved for space, the huge splash of blood on the carpet, the blood soaked towels- They stopped looking out of place, as if it belonged. The Sun, the light burnt the gloom and impurities away. It's glow, it's rays- In the middle of the room stood a tall man, he fitted perfectly under the rays of the sun, seemingly glowing.

“Victor found me. And he took me in. Of course, he had his own agenda. Nobody does anything for free and the shelter he provided me with had a cost with it.” I frowned, “He is a priest, right? I thought he took you to an orphanage run by the Church or something.” He scoffed, “Rubbish. He is not a priest of Christ. He is the worshiper of the Moon Goddess.” My mouth formed an O with the information I got. I had noticed the half-moon pendant on his chain and how his eyes had turned white like the moon. “I didn’t know that there were priests who worshiped the Moon Goddess.”