It was the day I met Markus. I was six years old, in the forest, singing non-sensical lyrics as I followed the wind through the trees. There, at the bottom of a great, grandfather oak, I found a little boy, about my age with fluffy dark hair, soft tanned skin, strange spelled clothes, and a deep, dark, bloodied gash, across his right arm. He had his eyes closed, asleep. I rushed over and asked the wind to heal him as I tore his shirt to make a bandage.
As a trainee at the shifter care center I was well able to do this. The second I touched him though, a glowing black mark appeared on his forehead and light raced from his forehead to his arm and healed him. At the same time, I was drained of energy and fell to my knees. He woke up and I saw the warmest brown eyes I have ever seen. Right before mine closed and I faded into a dark sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in my bed with my mom asleep in a chair by my bed. I don't know where it came from, but I said,
"Markus?"
The boy from before materialized above me and fell next to me on my bed. "Yes, Lilly?" I was so shocked that I didn't question how he got here.
"Earlier," I said, "you were hurt then your forehead glowed and you got better." I looked at his arm then back at his eyes, so warm and strong. "How did you do that?"
"I didn't." He said reaching out and playing with my hair. "You did. Thank you."
"I did?" I sat up and he stayed lying down in his strange clothes. "How?"
"With you're magic touch."
"Magic, what are you talking about? Why were you hurt? Why did I pass out? What's going on?"
"Well Lilly,"
"How do you know my name?"
"Because Lilly," he said as he shushed me, "I belong with you."
"What are you talking about?" I was beyond confused.
"Nothing dear." He kissed my cheek. "Get some sleep. I'll see you when you wake up." I wasn't tired at all before, but as soon as he said the word I could barely keep my eyes open. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
When I woke up for the second time, mom was up and she started crying when she saw me sit up. I had been asleep for a full week.
A few days later, I was back at school and I saw this boy who looked exactly like that sleeping boy I saw under the tree. I walked up to him to say hi and before I knew it, he was my very best friend.
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