Our Tears Makes Us Stronger

OTMUS 8 - For Now

~CHAPTER 8: For Now~

Lumina groaned as she regained conscious. She felt the enormous weight of the tree on top of her slowly crushing her to her demise. She waved her hand a bit and a stream of water gushed out of her hands, pushing the log off her.

She winced in pain as she tried getting up; a sting was coming from her side. She looked down and saw a fragment of her Siwall jabbed right at the wound. She snapped her fingers and the all the fragments started to glow, and then faded to white. Trying to stand up, she muttered another spell and the wound closed up and the bleeding stopped. She was going to be fine.

For now.

She looked at the broken down forest that had once stood serenely not minding at all what others did. That image was shattered and broken to the roots. Trees were knocked down, lying with broken arms while some were burning to ashes. Smoke rose high into the sky, escaping from the fiery depths of the Donut Forest.

Lumina, still holding her side, turned to look for Farron. She found him buried beneath a pile of logs nearby. She lifted her hand while shouting, “Wind Geyser!” and a mini hurricane emerged from the ground and lifted the logs of the fallen Farron.

He was in a bad shape: torn clothes, ruffled hair and cuts and bruises all over. A stream of blood ran down the side of his head and made a little puddle next to him. She sat him up against a tree and shook him gently, his head bobbing back and forth. She grabbed his head and tried to keep it up. “Farron! Hey, wake up!”

But his head slumped to the side as he groaned a little. It was no use. He was out cold. Lumina worriedly put her head to his chest, checking if his heart was beating. As soon as she heard and felt a small thump, she sighed in relief and stood up. She casted a spell that surrounded him with a cool mist and it slowly healed his wounds. He was going to be fine.

Off into the distance, she saw smoke rising into the sky. Even thought it was probably the middle of the night, she could still see it clear as day. Not wanting to start another fire, she headed towards it. Sweat drenched her face with droplets of worry for Leif and Sherbert. The constant stinging of her wound kept jabbing her side, its waves of pain rippled through her body. Even though her spell closed the wound, it still hurt like hell. She knew only a spell of pure healing could completely make it recover.

She got closer to where the smoke was rising the most and put out burning trees on her way. If only she were completely fine and her magic was at its peek, she could have summoned a raincloud. But it didn’t seem to matter much anyway; the clouds were beginning to turn grey once more.

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Leif had stirred and began to regain consciousness. His vision was blurred and all he could hear was the angry crackling of fire.

He strained as he tried to get up, but the pain and exhaustion of his body wouldn’t allow him to. It was unresponsive and worn out.

Sherbert lay unconscious in front of him, his face completely relaxed and unaware of its surroundings. He was surprised that he knocked him out in one blow. Was it really that strong? He never won a fight in his life, and yet, here was a fully-grown man who attacked him with a sword fallen right in front of him.

He closed his eyes, with nothing else to do. He slowly recalled a memory from the past, shortly after his mother had died. His father sent him away from his home, thinking that the rest of the family would be safer. A man named Arin Haus took him in and cared for him in Godow city.