Wish

Chapter 10

Asha

I walk quietly through the woods towards Tira. I've said my goodbyes to my family, and now I'm just walking, looking for a good spot to find my path. I should just do it. But I'm kind of enjoying the nice quiet walk. And half contemplating not looking at all. Why look when I don't want to find anything? I'm happy. I like my family. Why would I seek something I don't even want?

But it's important. I know. Somebody out there could want me. But I just feel like if they did, then I wouldn't be here. I know that's not totally true but---that and the fact that I don't remember anyone. I was old enough to remember. I don't. They didn't want me to remember them. So why would I want to find them?

Anyway it's a beautiful night. I love the trees here. They're so tall and thick. This enchanted wood where I was found holds so many secrets. It certainly pays to stop and listen for a while. Maybe I'll just eat my snacks and sit here a while under the trees. That would be quite nice. I realize I'm actually enjoying this quest.

Idris

I've never been in so much pain in my life and I wish I were dead. 

A magic carpet, while in theory a brilliant idea, in practice is no less painful to me than walking. It was nearly impossibly to direct the thing, and the ride was ridiculously bumpy. So I lie on the forest floor having a good cry without moving at all. 

My stupid carpet is lying next to me apologetically. I need to get up and do my summoning spell but I can't. Everything hurts. I'm so miserable. I should have brought Sasha along so he could do the spells. But he is little and I didn't want the Fae wanting to take him away. Now I wish I had. I hate everything. I can't even move at all for the pain so I'm going to lie here trying to not to breath too hard till it subsides.

Asha

A soft moaning sound draws me to the boy. He's lying on the forest floor, moaning and crying softly to himself, swearing now and then, but completely motionless. Next to him lies an old rug. He's wearing white and red mages robes. Mages typically wear darker colors but to each his own. Past the cowl I can just barely see soft brown hair and pallid skin flushed with anger.

"Are you all right?" I ask, stepping closer.

The response is muffled by the ground, but it sounds a lot like, "Do I LOOK all right?"

"Here, you may have hurt yourself---it's all right I'm a healer," I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. The boy's body is filled with pain. I wince a little as it runs through me, leaving a dull ache. Once it's gone I help him up.

Idris

I've never been without pain in these ten years. Yet barely an ache is left in my bones. I stare at my hand in wonder, bending the fingers freely. It hurts vaguely, but nowhere near the pain I was experiencing. I smile and my face doesn't sting.

"Who are you?" I ask, quietly, finally looking up at the girl who is sitting in front of me, taking off her backpack. 

 She is small, smaller than me. Though by the looks of it, she's about my age. Her hair is dark and thick, pulled back in a neat braid down her back. She's wearing a blue dress, with white embroidery of stars around the edges. She has a thick, dark blue cloak on, and light colored heavy pants with many pockets. Her sleeves are long and almost cover her little hands. 

She has marks on her hands, and an old scar on her face, which seems to have spent many long days out in the sun by her complexion. She has big dark eyes, which are sweet yet her face is fierce by the sharp cheek and chin bones. She smiles quickly easily as though she's never had a reason not to. There's something distinctly lavender about her---although she's not wearing the color. Perhaps she smells faintly of the delicate herb, sharp yet sweet. Or perhaps the gentle, pleasing color is simply her, leaving you wanting to drown in it and those bewitching eyes.