Somanca ( The Healer)

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

" Healer Somanca! " yelled someone. I groaned covering my face with the cushion. If there was a time I wanted to kill someone it was in this moment. There was nothing quite annoying than being woken up at ungodly hours to tend to the sick. And I had no choice but to wake up. I never failed to show how displeased I was.

Leela was kneeling beside me looking frightened. Fear made her look a lot younger than her real age. She was little over seventeen sun cycles. She was chosen to be my caretaker when she was as little as thirteen sun cycles. She had to leave her parents and siblings behind. And sometimes I felt sorry for her for having to deal with this lonely life. Caretakers were prohibited from being involved in relationships.

I have not been blind to the longing in her eyes as she stared at the young couples during the Cayanth. I've been so used to being alone that sometimes I didn't feel anything. I knew I could never be loved, not when I was a healer. Might as well not dwell on it.

" What is it, Leela?" I croaked.

" A wounded man was found near the barrier. The guards have carried him to the guest room. He needs healing now, my lady. "

I cursed inwardly. Couldn't I just get a break. If the elmorans didn't go about being reckless in their daily activities life would be so much easier for me. I would have less patients to deal with.

" Okay, take me to the wounded man." I got up, wore my sandals then followed Leela as she led me to the guest room.

We hurried to the guest room both sharing the same feelings of worry ans agitation. As we entered the room we found the man laying on the futon clutching at his stomach. His face was screwed in pain and the guttural sounds that came out of his mouth pierced at my heart. In all the years of being a healer I've never encountered someone in such pain. Even the state of his frowzy wear didn't bother me.

I quickly dropped to his side then held his hand.

" Where does it hurt?" I asked worriedly.

" My-my legs," he stuttered a response.

I placed my hands flat against his covered thighs then let my prana flow into him. He howled in agony then he gritted his teeth. To say I was alarmed and frightened would be the understatement of the year. I've never gotten quite a reaction like that from healing the villagers. And as insane as it sounded I was glad I was healing someone with a real pain to heal.

I felt around through his body with my energy, caressing any wounds in my wake. Gritting my teeth at the pain that sparked in my legs. I felt like my legs had been torn off and sewn back together. If I wasn't used to pain I probably would've collapsed from the agony that pulsed in my limbs.

I didn't dare scream from it. I detested showing anyone my pain. It made me feel weak and I didn't want that. Healer Somanca was the shield of this village. I couldn't afford to let weakness become me. The pain became dull the longer I sat there healing him.

He's breaths became shallow and his tensed muscles started loosening up. He calmed down. The weakness and the wounds in his legs finally healed. His breathing eventually slowed down and he fell asleep.

I released a long calming breath then took that time to study the stranger who lay close to my bent legs. I was surprised to see that his dark tousled hair had a hue of Violet to it that fitted well with his milky skin tone. His features were sharp but the plump lips softened his face along with the long lashes that cast crescent shadows on his cheeks.

The wet cotton shirt he wore gave an alluring glimpse of his lissom built. He had to be some warrior. And he definitely wasn't from Azer. The warriors of Azer were ruthless. Their presence reeked of hostility and they leered at anyone they thought was beneath them.No, this stranger was not from that cold village.