Summoners: The Forbidden Ritual

Chapter 13: Heal Thy Wound

Long ago, a small village within Therias, the Kingdom of Men, named Firolien. A young woman named Hirana, a fair maiden with golden hair, stunning men who gazes at her beauty.

Half of the men at her village asked for her hand, a mage as beautiful and strong as her will always make a dead man's heart beat as if reborn.

Though her mana was mostly only used for healing and recovery spells, she was still loved as a great mage in their village, where people are seldom magic wielders.

Love was not a priority for Hirana however, she valued her fellow villager's hearts and souls more than her own.

No matter how handsome, strong, or noble a man may be, she never took interest in ever having feelings of love nor even lust for anyone.

On a bright Summer day, Hirana wakes up with a serene breeze within her home, her hanging chimes swinging and ringing with a calm sound. She knew this would be a fine day.

Her home was also an apothecary, a center of healing and divine magic, at day she would treat customers either injured, sick, or even having petty health problems.

She was loved and reveled as that, as a woman who cures everyone's problems, in both soul and body.

A man then knocks on her door, she saw this as her first customer of the day. Hirana wore her robe, and tied her hair, she went by the door and opened it.

The man was a young lad, tall and stunning with his brown hair and matched with brown pupils in his eyes, though the sight would horrify anyone who would see him, Hirana on the other hand, was intrigued and impressed by his unique appearance.

"May I help you with something?" The man flashes an innocent smile as he replies, "I'm sorry but i've received some injuries while working."

"And what injuries could that be?" The young man then unwraps his cloak around his arm, revealing a deep wound around his elbow reaching down near his wrist, dripping with fresh red blood.

Hirana was shocked to see such a grave injury, she immediately let the man come inside and sit on her medicinal bed.

Quickly, she ran around the building, grabbing the necessary materials for healing his cut.

She asks for forgiveness "I'm sorry, but it's been a while since i've last seen a cut as deep as yours. This requires more than just magic."

The man chuckles as he replies, "It's no problem at all, that's why I came to you, people have been saying your skills are far beyond just restoration magic. You're just a natural born healer."

"No need to flatter me sir, I'm just doing what I love to do." The young man groans as she places herbal medicine over his wound, eventually feeling a burning sensation but at the same time, stopping the blood from pouring out further.

Hirana was curious so she began to ask, "If I may, what exactly caused this wound?" "A work accident, something I didn't expect." "And what is your profession?" the man takes a deep sigh, as he exclaims.

"I'm a Warden."

Back during these times, Wardens were not a threat to the Magic Race, they were protectors, peace-keepers, but the elites of the mages, it is a rare event for a Warden to be seen either alone, or outside of Therias.

They were the elite force used by the High King to bring Justice about the lands, at this age, High King Freodin was the ruler of Therias, the latest among the Royalty blood.

A wise and cunning ruler, valuing both economy and satisfaction of the Kingdom he holds, he was kind and cheerful. His determination to destroy corruption was feared by all of the officials, for he holds a great deal of magical power within him.