Re: The Dark Crystal (Anyone)
“A… alright,” I answered, staring curiously at the magic he was working. I could see now that it was a weapon, though I could not quite recall how he had formed it out of so many strange objects and what they had been to begin with. A tiny voice within the folds of my mind tried tell me that I ought to be somewhat afraid of the presence of this new weapon, but I was past feeling. If the demon meant to kill me… well, at least this mess would be over much sooner.
I did not wish to draw any closer to the man, but my feet moved forward anyways. Once the weapon stopped reforming itself, my hands mechanically went to the first injury I could see, which was an ugly brown bruise on the back of the demon man’s hand. While neither of us seemed inclined to heal his wounds, he was in fact the most logical choice, as well as the best way to clarify just what changes had occurred to my power.
The demon man did not pull away when I touched his hand, though the feeling of his skin sent a cold shiver down my spine. There was strong dark magic about him; of that I was already certain. What was not quite as clear were his intentions, which eluded me even now. While my… change had not necessarily been willing, it had been done for the benefit of my companions. That left little for me to have that Omentus would desire. All I could recall was the mention of a mistake, but… had he not said that the “procedure” went well? Was there more meaning there than I understood?
I blinked, pulling my head back out of the confusion of thought that threatened to drown me. I needed to focus. Focus on healing the man that had deformed me.
“Hold still.” My voice was soft, still somewhat cracked from my shouting earlier. The command itself would be more fittingly directed at myself, for it was my hands that trembled as I touched Omentus. His hands, on the contrary, were firm and steady, much like a doctor’s ought to be. At the moment, however, I was not keen to think on how dexterous his hands would have to be to perform a surgery that I felt must have taken place. How else could this strange pressure exist in my limbs and chest?
Again, I shuddered and quickly took my thoughts back to my work. Such things were for later, for when there was time. At the moment, I drew on the softest of my energy, which was pulsing with a surprising ease through my body. For the briefest moment, I was reminded of something Omentus had spoken of my energy, a comment about gentle things being brought outward…
I stared at his hand in mine as my warm energy flowed out effortlessly, a familiar, but far weaker drain pulling at my stamina. That same, gentle blue light shone from my hands, coursing from my body and into Omentus. I could almost feel it as the energy passed through both of us, smoothing over his wounds and soothing the sharp aches that had been cut into him with soft warmth. I continued to release this energy until I felt that the wounds were gone, for then I withdrew my power and promptly let go of him, mildly satisfied to see that the bruise on his hand was gone. It was even somewhat comforting to think that healing others may not be such a hard task anymore. My hands were not even shaking…
I glanced back up into the dark, vivid eyes not more than a foot away, which disturbed my calm just the slightest bit. Omentus had, in fact, managed not to move during the process of healing. “Are you… better?”