Chronicles of the Magiks

Prologue

I ran along the shoreline of the sandy beach,the water was stained a crimson red, hot tears spilled down from my face as I bled from leg, it hurt to run, but it was the only way I could survive.

I strained to keep going, my leg burned as blood trickled from the long deep gash in my left thigh, this was a nightmare, but worse, a million times worse, I looked behind me, they were still after me, but this time, only one, a man, tall and strong, was badly wounded but looked as if he could get rid of me in the blink of an eye.

My magic was rusty, I know all my spells very well, but I was much to weak to put my strength into using it, I stopped at a tree that was blocking my way from continuing to run, I looked back as the man neared, and I realized he wasn't one of the them.

He reached his hand out to me, but said nothing, he motioned for me to come forward, I cautiously took a step forward, my leg still burned like crazy. The man pulled off my cloak, and turned me backwards, then he ran his fingers along my guild mark, a phoenix.

I was scared, and clueless of what he was doing, he then signaled something with his fingers, he made a mountain shape, I knew what he was doing now, he was only chasing me... to heal my scarred leg.

He then made a vibrant purple circle in the air, and motioned for me to sit, I did so, he set his hand on my wound, it burned like crap, he then flexed his fingers and shot a purple net across my body, it actually soothed throughout me, I half-smiled when he did so... this man was trained in healer magic, he was a healer.

I the stared at the wound as it gradually took a few minutes to fold in, and then it was gone, he pulled out a gold tissue, healer's only used this to soak up blood, he set it on my wound, and then picked it up, I looked at my wound, it looked as if nothing ever happened to it, cause the wound wasn't even there anymore.

He smiled and whispered something I couldn't hear, I was desperate to hear what he whispered, but I didn't dare ask. He then stood up and walked away, I stared after him as he walked. Why did he touch my guild mark?

It then came into my mind as fast as a bullet, he was gaining healing power from the element of my guild mark, how interesting... and what was that purple magic net he had sent across my body, then it also hit my mind, it was a scar healing net, healers use different colored elements, to fix certain wound, I guess purple, was for bad cuts, gashes like mine, and scars.

I the stood up, bewildered, and slowly walked away, I could feel only the slightest pain were my gash was, I gulped in fear as I remembered what left that gash only leg, more like who left that gash on my leg...