The Lost Elf Warrior

Chapter Thirty

(Xavier)

Fuck! As soon I saw her body loosen strength, I knew she was losing too much blood. She could look like she is sleeping but deep down I know her side is burning.

I run my hands through my hair and got back down on my knees next to her. She seems of death over the dry blood written on her face.

I grab a hold of her wrist and put two fingers where her pulse is. She still has a pulse, but it is not strong enough. I let a breathe out, shutting my eyes for a breathe second.

Glassandra would kill me if she dies, and I can't let that happen even when sometimes I wish to kill her myself. I roll my sleaves up where the veins could be shown, deep breathe in, ad out.

My hand place gently on her side where the blood is pouring out, I close my eyes as I feel my shadows appear out of my hands. I press pressure to her wormed that if she were a wake she would whine about it. I began to use my power to heal her, can't have her dying on my watch. I heard groan and moan, she was blacked out, but she can still feel her pain and so can I. Her pain began to travel up my arm, veins turn black. I have taken pain away before and have felt their pain.

I then took my hand away from her side to see the bleeding had stopped. The burning she is feeling is pulsing through me, but my shadows will heal it away.

I wrapped my arms around her legs and scoup her up into my arms as her head falls back. I let a huff out while I carry her out of the ditch and to a healer.

She might of nearly die today but the last trial is close behind I don't know how she will survive the last or worst get herself killed.

The trials are not easy, and they are dangerous to be killed in. Maybe she was right. Maybe someone did put her name in and wanting to get her killed.

But who?