Darkness. The world was spinning. Try as you might, your eyes wouldn't open. But your ears could hear.
A huge rabble of the villagers were surrounding you and some stranger who was carrying you gently in his arms.
Your h/c blew in the wind as he ran. The tips were coloured with red and orange stripes dotted around randomly, like fire.
Old Corona was like your everyday traditional village.
Old houses and small markets, a few hills and wells.
And the village was always peaceful. Until they saw what you did.
The villagers began to follow Quirin, hurrying quickly after. They threw their weapons straight at him.
Most of them missed, but one torch skimmed his arm, leaving a large, painful burn mark. He winced but kept running.
This is all my fault. "QUIRIN! STOP!!" They shouted and screamed.
Some were podgy. Some were huge, but they all had one thing in common. They all were angry. Very angry.
In their sandy and course hands were pitchforks, torch's of fire.
Some even held swords.
"Quirin! What are you doing? Put that monstrosity down"
"She's not worth the fuss, just hand her over and we can put this to bed. Once she's dead!"
"Stay away from here, Quirin! She's dangerous
"Get out of my way, stay away!"
Quirin. Is that who's carrying me? you thought. Quirin was running as fast as he could, through Old Corona. He batted away villagers and trees and plants, he shouted at all who stopped him.
A stabbing pain went through your stomach. It spread throughout your body. It then began to burn.
Finally, Quirin got where he wanted to be. His home. It was the biggest and grandest house in the village. But that wasn't saying much. "Varian! Varian! Come in here!" He shouted.
A little boy of the age of 5 came down a small set of stairs.
He had ebony black hair with a small peculiar teal streak at the top of his bangs.
He wore a small little apron and a shirt that's colour matched his strange streak underneath.
The boy had a large smile on his face as he bounded down the stairs with a THUMP.
"What's happening Dad... Woah!" His face instantly fell. His smile faded into a frown and his forehead crinkled.
'That must mean that it's bad. Great.'
"Oh my god! What happened!" Varian screamed.
He hesitated first, but then ran over towards you.
Examining your cuts and bruises, his face then went a faint green.
"Calm down Varian!" Quirin shouted at Varian. He then went back to looking at you.
"There's b-b-blood!". Varian began to feel queasy.
"I said calm down! Now I need you to do something for me" Quirin said, looking serious. Varian turned his head in curiosity.
"Now I know you're a little too young to understand what's happening right now, but I need you to take a deep breath, be brave and get your Alchemy set".
Varian nodded, a little glint of excitement in his eyes. He hopped out of the room with a little skip. You heard the loud thumping of his feet upstairs.
You knew he was your age. You could tell by his voice and tone. You could picture him just from his voice, and trust me when I say you knew he was adorable.
Varian came back with a large, complicated tray of different chemicals, substances and a little bit of coffee. Quirin smiled at how happy and excited his son seemed, despite the circumstances he was in.
"What do you need me to do?" Varian asked, bustling a little. Quirin pointed at you, and started to explain.
"She was smacked in the head, punched repeatedly all over her body and even stabbed in the hip". Varian looked shocked. He held his hand to his mouth and a small tear fell from his eye.
"But, she looks younger than me, why would anyone do that to a child?" Quirin shrugged.
"I don't know, Varian" he lied. "Once she wakes she may explain what happened, and maybe she won't. But promise me you won't harass he with questions."
"I promise. What's her name?"
"I don't know that either. I only saw the events, and stopped them".
"And what do you need me to do?"
"Heal her of course"
Varian gulped. "Lets do this"
