Who was sending her these hurt Overworldians, what were they expecting of her ? She was used to dealing with the dead, giving them the emotional support and warmth they needed after losing their three lives. The young boy in front of her had been bleeding profusely, and the slashes across his body alluded to a sword fight -that didn't turn to his favour. Jschlatt had been at death's door, his face swollen from blows and hits he received. Two Overworldians visiting in a row, both appearing in front of her in terrible conditions. Moreover, the course of actions was scaring her. Maybe she could adapt them a little ? Add a healing room, or a resting room for passing travelers. The Aether wasn't made for these kinds of situations, neither was her Castle. His forehead was stained with sweat, which she had to regularly clean off with a wet rag. It's been a while since she had to heal someone, she mused while looking at the boy. perhaps he already went through much worse than stitches. But as she focused on each of his wounds, she realised. he was too young to feel that kind of pain. He wouldn't be able to handle the pain that comes with healing. Lady Eden closed the boy's eyes carefully, and muttered a spell to put him to sleep. She had to shoo them off, despite their precious protest and promptly went to work. They both couldn't help inspecting him with their curious eyes, for a living child was unheard of in the Aether, realm of the dead. Two Cherubs flew down and helped her, carrying the trembling boy to an unused room of the Castle, gently placing him on the cot. Blood stained her white dress, and she never felt more human. She could already feel the Castle's confusion: only beings from the Overworld bled red.Īnother one ? Why was the world taunting her with another Overworldian at her door, just after the loss of Schlatt ?īut the small boy moaned in pain, and she immediately reached out to him, holding him up by his torso. His blood flowed on the ground, the white marble turning pink from the substance. She watched helplessly as a small being appeared on the floor of her Castle.
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