Spirit Animals Oneshots

Alix x Grif - The Death Bringer

Alix's PoV -

"Healer can you help me, there was a battle for our mountains against the neighboring valley and I was blinded, the valley warrior slashed my face with a knife," a young man was being led into my cave by an older man who may have been his father, though he was blind his vocal cords were still in working condition.

"I'm sure I can help," I walked over to my latest paciente and with the help of the older gentlemen I led the warriors to a seat.

I hurried over to my supply cabin and grabbed some rose oil, I rubbed it on my hands. Of course this was all for show, I needed people to think I used remedies or even ancient spells to heal when in fact I used magic. Transfer magic was a special talent of mine but notice I said transfer magic and not healing magic, big difference. Healing magic means after your work the wound is gone and never will be dealt with again but transfer magic is much different, yeah, I can "heal" the wound but that only means I will take the injury from one person and plant it on the next. My people loved me though and called me "The Great Healer" maybe if the knew the truth they wouldn't call me that.

I rubbed my hands over the warrior's blinded eyes, knowing very well that someone in the valley below this mountain had just been permanently blinded I took my hands away. The man jumped up joyfully, "I can see!"

He hugged me and then his father, "You truly are the greatest healer, thank you," the older man stated and I gave a slight nod in reply.

With that the two walked out of my cave leaving me to my haunted mind. I often though of the people I cursed with injuries they did not earn. It was no wonder they called me "The Death Bringer". This was not an exaggeration, often times when I "healed" my people their injuries were so bad from fighting that if I didn't help them soon enough they would die, so I place my hands over their injuries and chant something just for show and their wound would "disappear".

That's what the constant war was about. The valley people had had enough and suspected me of the wrong doing and attacked my mountain people. They protected me from the valley warriors and I in turn healed them. It was an endless cycle. The valley people would tell them that I was to blame for all their troubles but my people did not believe them and fought for me but I of course knew the sad truth.

     A few weeks later I left my cave to find some healing herbs that I really didn't know how to use. From where I stood at the highest point on the mountain I could see below me the makings of yet another fight. I went back inside my cave and grabbed my supplies, I forgot about getting my new herbs and instead went to the sight of the battle. Hundreds of my people were lined up in rows, they all held fine weapons and wore strong armor. On the other side only a few hundred feet down the mountain were the tired and injured troops of the valley people. There may have been twenty warriors at the most with next to no armor and small battle rusted weapons. They all bore scars of my "healing." Years ago there had been many more warriors and only the healthy unaffected by my curses would fight. Through the years so many of their people had been killed because of battle or because of me that now days anyone able to walk had to fight. In the very front line of the opposing side I could see a young boy, about my age, he held a rusted spear and had no armor but the feature I noticed most was the bandages over his eyes. He couldn't see to fight and yet he was on the front line.

     Before I knew it a whistle was blown and both sides charged at each other. My people of course were winning, the poor blind boy was fighting a much older and stronger warrior with a sharp sword, there was next to no chance of him surviving. He was stabbed in the chest and before I knew it I was rushing out on the battle field and grabbing the poor boy. I held his wound, gently pressing my hands against it to stop the bleeding. The battle stoped immediately and with a shout the forces of the valley people were charging at me, recognizing me as the death bringer. The mountain people jumped in front of me and some troops broke away and pulled me up to my cave, I still held the blind boy even as I was practically dragged to safety.