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Mavid

The river carried Lilliandil's unconscious body until it came to a stop. Her body washed up against a dock. She was now in a huge, very long lake of water that extended past the mountains of the valley. A fisherman walked up to the dock and released a bunch of fish back into the water. "Nope, these aren't the right ones," he muttered. When he noticed Lilliandil's body floating, he jumped back. "Holy hell!" He exclaimed. "Someone get over here! There's an unconscious girl in the water!" More people ran over, and they gasped.

"Help me get her out," the fisherman said. Some other people gave him a hand as he pulled Lilliandil out of the water and lay her down on the dock. There was murmuring coming from the group of people. Some people were asking if she was okay, while others were asking who she was. "We need to take her to the doctor immediately," the fisherman told the others. "Her ankle is badly injured, and so is her shoulder. Come on, get a wagon over here or something." 

A woman brought over a horse that was pulling the wagon. They placed Lilliandil in it. "Take her, she needs to be healed," the fisherman said. The lady got on the horse and instantly took Lilliandil to the doctor. 

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Lilliandil's eyes fluttered open. Her vision was severely blurred for a few seconds until it cleared up. She saw that she was in a white bed, and she was wearing a white dress with spaghetti straps. There was gauze wrapped around her injured shoulder, and there was a cast on her foot. She put her hand to her forehead and used all her force to sit up. Every bone in her body felt like it was burning. She winced in pain and clenched her jaw. She didn't want tears to run out of her eyes. 

She placed her bare feet down on the cold floor and held on to the wooden bar of the bed to help herself up. She looked around, confused about where she was and how she got there. Suddenly, a door opened up and a young man walked in. He might've been one of the healers. "I see you're feeling much better. Good," he said. "Your ankle still needs time to heal, so I recommend you stay in bed for a little more time." "Where am I?" Lilliandil demanded, ignoring what he had just told her.

"You are in Mavid now. A fisherman found you just outside of our dock, unconscious in the water. You're lucky he saved you," the man explained. "Now if you'll allow me, I must check on your shoulder. I have to reapply this mixture to it to help it heal." Lilliandil sat back down on the bed, and he sat beside her. He carefully unwrapped the gauze around her shoulder to reveal her wound. He was holding a tiny wooden bowl that had a purple liquid in it. He dipped a cotton round in it and applied it to Lilliandil's wound. It stung. "Ah!" She squealed, she flinched. 

"Yes, well, it does sting a bit," the man said. He got a new roll of gauze and wrapped it around Lilliandil's wound. "How is your ankle?" He asked. "It still hurts, but it's much better. Thank you," Lilliandil replied. "It was my job," the man said. He was wearing a hooded cloak, but she could see strands of brown hair tumbling out. He had eyes green like granny smith apples, and she could see his muscles through his clothes. "I'm guessing you do more than just heal people," Lilliandil said.

The man kept his eyes on her ankle as he examined it. "What makes you say that?" He asked. "You look fit. You have muscles," Lilliandil replied. "Is that the first thing you noticed about me?" The man questioned with a smirk. Lilliandil blushed a trifle. "No, no, no. I was just asking. It was just a random question," she quickly said. "But . . . is there anything else you do than heal?" The man's smile faded away. "It's not really of importance anymore, now is it?" He said. "But anyways, I'm not a healer. I take care of horses at the stables. The nurse asked me to check on you while she's busy with the other patients." 

"I— well, that is very kind of you," she said. "Thank you for checking in on me, but I am fine. So if you don't mind, I will be leaving now." She got up, but the weight straining her injured ankle caused her to plop back down on the bed. "Leaving now, huh? Seems to me like you can't go anywhere right now," the man teased. Lilliandil scowled. "Who even are you?" She asked. "My name is Bolton," the man greeted. "And you are?" "Lil—" She stopped herself. Bolton was the second person she almost revealed her identity to. "Lucy. I'm Lucy," she said.