A raven-haired man in his twenties gently placed Kasumi's drenched body against a sturdy tree. His heterochromic eyes, one a deep, piercing red and the other a cool, tranquil blue, reflected concern and determination.
"Who the hell runs while wounded? You are just like her," he muttered, letting out a dry laugh that echoed in the quiet forest.
He hovered his hands above her, and as a soft glow emanated from his palms, some of her wounds began to close. The dampness of her clothes receded, replaced by a dry warmth. The air filled with the faint scent of healing herbs and earth, mingling with the forest's natural aroma."My name is Alan, the Dark Empire's current representative and the previous queen's personal knight," he introduced himself, his voice a mix of pride and sorrow.
He stood up, patting down his clothes, which were stained with the dirt and blood of recent battles. The forest around him was serene, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds creating a stark contrast to the turmoil in his heart.
"From what I see, you still can't control mana at all. If I take you back, you will be assassinated," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, deep in thought. "Luke... I think that was his name. He is like a moth attracted to fire. I am sure he will take you with him and even teach you some magic. Hopefully, the next time we meet, I can take you with me."
He took a deep breath, the crisp air filling his lungs, and bowed deeply. "Well then, I have to get going. See you... Pearla."
With a final, lingering glance at Kasumi, Alan disappeared into thin air, leaving only a faint shimmer in the air where he had stood.
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Magical Dorl
FantasyOur story takes place in planet Dorl, the planet of magic where its inhabitants use magic daily for things like getting salt to making war tools that determine the strength of the nation. All the Images in this story is Ai generated unless said othe...
