His Majesty’s Captive
The man was nearly unconscious, his breathing unsteady, and I could sense his life slowly slipping away.
I bent down to the ground, murmuring spells to myself. I touched my hand to his chest, rubbing over it, and he stirred.
As I worked on the man, they all watched me. I took my fingers over his thigh, pressing my palm to the wound, and instantly, dark magic surged from it. The court erupted in gasps as the man coughed, black liquid spurting from between his lips. I took in a deep breath and twisted my fingers, summoning the energies of healing. I pressed my palm over the wound. The man jerked up, a scream coming from him as the wound began to close. The darkness faded into redness, the fles
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