Ophidian's Genesis

CHAPTER 8

Oscar panicked, "What the hell did you do?" Seline's stone cold body laid stiff on his lap. Alana ran back in the room with multiple books in hand, she dropped the books in a hurry beside the young girl's body while also flipping through pages on the book she had in hand. Kneeling beside Seline, Alana puts the book down, the page she had landed on was how to revive those in a coma.

"This might not work but let's give it a shot." Alana said, hurriedly trying to get ahold of Seline but Oscar held her body back, "What are you going to do?" He asks so cautiously, visibly panicked and alarmed.

Alana looks at him in despair, the feeling of fear slowly creeping in, "I'm trying to help her." She croaked, she feared Oscar was going to tell Terra or Cannenta about this. "You've done enough." Oscar spat, standing up, Seline's body in his arms.

He felt angry at Alana, her rash decision to try and contact Dione when she knew the deity was possibly a violent being. He looked at Seline's eyes that were rolled back into her head, her mouth slightly ajar. He looks at a terrified Alana and shakes his head at her in disappointment.

The blonde starts walking away, "Where are you taking her?" Alana gets a hold of his arm, Oscar shifts to free his arm, "She needs to rest. Her muscles are tense and her eyes are rolled back if you can't tell. You were supposed to be the healer." He comments snidely. Alana shakes her head, "No, she needs my help! She's just in a coma!"

"What if she isn't?" Oscar asks, getting annoyed that Alana couldn't see his point, "The least we could do is wait. If she doesn't wake up in an hour or so, you can do your magic on her." He starts walking out of the observatory, leaving Alana nervous at what she's done.

She could have endangered Seline's life. No—she was right. What she was doing was right. Alana took her books and started to walk to her library. "I was doing the correct procedures." She spoke to herself, reviewing what she had done earlier in her head, she stopped walking and hugged the books tighter in worry, "What did I do wrong?" She spoke again.

    "You did nothing wrong." A familiar voice told her, looking behind her, it was Terra—only she was in the form of a swarm of Alana's pixie helpers.

Alana's eyes widened, "My lady!"

"Calm down, dear, one is not here to give you a whiplash!" Terra assured with a smile on her face. Alana sighed, not really relieved yet—still thinking about Seline's condition. "Then why are you here?" The curly haired witch asked.

"To make sure you do not lose it even more!" Terra chuckles a bit, the goddess didn't seem fazed even though she knew what Alana did. "You look sick Alana. Which isn't right since Cannenta chose you to heal and never get sick."

"I'm just worried about Seline—"

"Oh right! That is why I'm here." Terra cuts her off, Alana tilts her head in confusion, "The child is in the company of Dione." Terra says.

Alana's eyes widened, relieved but also very surprised. It actually worked—what she did worked! She felt ecstatic but was frozen in place, also speechless. "She's... her divinity isn't angry?"

Terra responds with a nod, "Do not fret about it." The goddess then added, "Share it with Elio's patron. He'll find this news relieving as well. We think he finds this girl important to him."

Alana nodded but she only stood there, processing the situation. Terra looked at her confused, "Why aren't you going?" Alana looked at her deity with a puzzled look, "Does your grace... know why the Goddess of the Moon has delayed her connection with her newest patron? If I may ask, that is." Terra looked at her deviously as if she was about to spill nasty truths, "Well..."