"NO KELVIN WAIT--" I gasped, my eyes instantly flying open. I jerked trying to sit up on my elbows but cuts and sore muscles pushed me down.
My vision adjusted to the dim lit room. Torches with fire adorned the corners of this dark establishment. My body was on the cold, hard stone ground with thinly folded cloth for a pillow.
I tried moving my neck but the pain gripped and I winced.
"You shouldn't move. Many of your bones are fractured."
A silhouette whispered wiping their hands on a cloth beside me.
My mind jogged back to the most recent memory of me nearing death and hysteria overcame.
"Where am I-- Who are you? Where have you taken me--" I groped for my sword on the cold floor only to welcome dust on my fingers.
"Please, calm down. I have been instructed to treat you." The man walked towards the torches, increasing their flame.
I could finally see his face and the place I was in. A young elf with porcelain skin and short brown hair that stopped on his shoulders with kind sea-green eyes roaming my body.
Rows and rows of wooden barrels and bottles were stacked in order in racks, ending at the other corner of the room in darkness.
"I am Lord Ciaran Galen, the appointed Healer of Axidian. Prince Telsin brought you to safety. You needn't worry for you are safe in the cellars of this palace with the rest." He whispered as if to not startle me.
Who's rest?
With great difficulty I turned my entire body to the left; to see couple of figures hunched in the corner, under a singular torch on the wall casting shadow on them.
Somehow that disappointed me more.
I would rather be alone with this Ciaran guy, than let the shadow people watch me in my worst.
"Who's there?" I called out louder than intended. My voice echoed ominously in the cellar and the group of huddled people trembled.
Are they scared of me?
"Many of them are ministers, my colleagues, witnessing a Human for the first time. Please excuse their behaviour." Ciaran wrung a wet cloth and cleaned my face with it. Warm water soothed my bruised face. His gentle touch tickled me.
"Help me up." I ordered.
Ciaran abandoned the cloth in a bowl and rushed to lift me straight. I groaned and leaned against the wall, across the shadow people so that I could keep an eye on them.
One of them gasped loudly on seeing my face and the others in the crowd hushed them. Ciaran glared at them and they fell quiet.
What'd they expect ? That I'd come out of a war unhurt, with clay mask and cucumber slices on my eyes?
"Where are my friends? Where's Telsin? Why am I alone here?" Panic began to form in my chest.
"His Highness is outside fighting the battle despite the Queen's orders. Princess must be out there too. As for the other Humans last I saw them was when I was called to help you. I saw three of them fighting the dastardly Rebel henchmen." His voice filled with pity.
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FantasyA 23 year old Deccan was on a trip with a friend for losing a bet. The two travel to an island as a reward for successfully graduating with flying colours. When his innkeeper gave him a mysterious object for safekeeping. ***** Initially the object...
