Kiera Amell thought her life was set before her. A talented Spirit Healer, she assumed that she would spend her life in the Circle of Magi healing the sick and mentoring apprentinces. That is, until a blood mage betrayed her trust and left her to pa...
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"Garrett!" Keira raced over to him. He had collapsed after the skirmish with the Darkspawn stragglers and she was terrified that he'd been badly hurt. "Garrett!" She fell to her knees next to him.
He propped himself up with his sword. "I'm alright," he said. "I'm not hurt."
"What is going on with you?"
"Nothing, I just pushed myself too far. That's all."
"I don't believe you."
Garrett looked at her.
"You're in pain." She could see it in his eyes.
"I'll be fine."
Keira saw the abandoned house just off the road. "You need to rest and I need to tend to you."
"The Templars..."
"Fuck the Templars right now. Your wellbeing is more important. We can't run if you can barely stand."
Garrett sighed and stood, Keira helping him to his feet. They made it to the house and Keira made him sit in the chair next to the dining table. The family that had lived here seemed to have left in a hurry. There were two bedrooms, Keira noticing the holes in one of the headboards. The family must have only taken only what they could carry. Keira returned to see Garrett propping his elbows on his legs and rubbing his forehead. She could see the pain on his face.
"Will you let me help?"
"I don't need healing."
Keira went to her knees in front of him and placed her hand over his. He immediately pulled it away but she's already felt the coldness. "Maker, Garrett! Your hand is like ice!" She grabbed it, despite him trying to avoid the contact. She held it between hers and she focused on warming his cold hands.
"Keira, stop."
Keira continued to try to warm his hand.
"You're wasting your Mana. It's not going to help."
"Why not?"
"Just trust me, it won't."
"Just talk to me, Garrett. Let me try to help you."
Garrett could hear the desperation in her voice. "Because you can't help me."
"I can't help you if you won't let me!"
Garrett knew that he had to tell her. He couldn't stand the look on her face, her brown eyes begging him to let her in. "Keira, I...," he sighed. "I... stopped taking the lyrium so you'd have it when you needed it."
Keira blinked. She knew the Templars had to take lyrium for their abilities, but she'd never known of one who just stopped taking it.
"Do you know why the Chantry controls the lyrium trade?"
