Orelie

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It's been a few days since we found out that a Blood Demon was wandering around the area. I haven't found any other bite marks on me and all the farms we'd visited reported that no more of their livestock was being attacked. Crae and I agreed that even though we seemed in the clear, the moment our guards were to drop is when the demon would attack again. Crae told them to give it at least a week before allowing things to return to normal.

In the days that Crae and I stayed in the cottage, we worked on strengthening my leg muscles. It was slowly getting easier and my legs weren't as sore as the first day. I was able to do more reps longer. I think Crae is right; the longer I'm here, the faster I'm healing. I don't feel as weak as I used to and I actually sleep well and can do more things on my own without help.

I wish I had known more about this place when I was younger. I probably wouldn't be in the situation I was when Crae first found me. Things happen for a reason, I guess.

"Kyrene," I looked up from a book I had been learning to read on the couch. "I am very surprised on how well you have been doing with strengthening your legs. I'm thinking that sometime next week we can start trying to get you to stand. Then eventually walk."

I smiled. "That would be nice. Hey, Crae, completely off topic, but I have a question about this."

"What is it?" He asked as he stood to look over my shoulder.

I pointed to a passage in the book. "It says here that Druids fall into many categories that are determined by the Fucrya Academy Counsel. What does that mean?"

"Ah, yes." He stood upright and held his hands behind his back. "The Fucrya Academy of Magical Arts. A place where one first finds out about the magical talents they have. It determines what category they're put in. There are fighters, healers, and defenders, as well as sub categories. I don't think you'd have to worry about that right now since you're an Orelie. They tend to be the ones dealing most of the damage from the back of the group; the rangers if you will."

I nodded to myself. "How much do you really know about the Orelie?"

He sighed through his nose. "I know enough. I know that they are a dying breed. I know that they are naturally born weak and can't defend themselves too well against many opponents. You see, Orelie can use their sight to find an enemy's vitals and strike. But they can only focus on one target at a time."

"That's not good," I closed the book. "There's no other way for me to go up against multiple people?"

"You'd have a better chance of surviving only if I was there." He stated bluntly. "Other than that, you wouldn't last too long." He took the book from my hands and placed it back on the bookshelf.

"But we won't have to worry about that now," He fixed his shirt as he stood before me. "You and I need to take a trip to Silver Valley. We're running low on provisions and we need to restock." I held my arms out and I was placed on his hip. He locked the door and we were on our way.

"Can you carry everything on your own?" I asked.

"No need," He said. "I'll show you a trick to how I never come home with a single item. I am a Mage with many talents, after all."

"Oh, right." I felt stupid. "Duh. Magical powers allow you to do anything you want."

"Not entirely true." He said. "There are many limitations to what we can do and how long we can do it. Our magic is limited. Even though we may strengthen it and make it seem infinite, it will wear down and tire us out if we use too much of it all in one shot. Moderation is key when in a fight."