Memoir of Xayah - The lost sparrow and the lonley fox

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She felt like she was floating into the darkness, lulled by restoring energy. The pain seemed to be gone, so she could relax and let herself go to that flow. She stayed in that limbo for a long time,until she realized that she already felt that sensation. It was magic, precisely beneficial and healing magic.

She tried to open her eyes, waking up form the numbness. Even if the pain went away, her body was as hard as a rock. She should have slept fora long time and she finally felt rested. She had forgotten when she had started to wander into the woods: that life did not allow the luxury of a long sleep. Danger could always be lurking, in the shape of wild creatures or prowler humans.

Neither in that situation, she felt safe, but her strength was too weak. She could just hope that those people were not worse than the last ones.

Her sight began to be clear, revealing her a little girl kneeled in front of her. Her long black hair was combed in a bun, except two long strands along her face. She was wearing a simple garment, too large for her tiny body. It was tightened to the waist with a band, while the sleeves went down along the skinny arms, so much that she could see the white slip.

Her eyes were of an intense lilac, like the magic energy that was coming out of her hands. She was biting her lips and she looked very concentrate on her spell.

She should be still immature, but she was not worried about that: she was human and she was helping her.

She tried to get up, but every single movement was too much hard to do.Her limbs were very heavy and not cooperative. It felt like they were asking her to lay down a little bit more.

The little girl notices her clumsy attempts and she made a distance from her, rescinding the spell. She looked scared, a point for her.

She opened her mouth for asking her some questions, but only a rattle went out. Her throat was completely dry and pasty. She was truly devastated, she had to thank that little mage for having cured her.

She abandoned the idea of talking to her and with an enormous effort, she sat on the mat where she was laying.

The little girl looked even more worried and, after having put a bowl of water in front of her, she got up and ran outside the room.

She left her alone, giving her the possibility of analyze that place. It was a big area, with wooden walls full of mold. It smelled like humidity, closed space and burned oil. It was full of mats and light blankets as if it was a dormitory. Probably the little mage was not alone, a stimulus to find a way out as soon as possible.

She looked up. A bright orange light was coming inside from a long window, enlightening enough the room. The sun was going down and the night would have come soon, the best moment to hide among the branches of the trees.

She could have escaped from that small hole, but she feared that her body was not ready for that effort. She felt tired and she just wanted to lay down again.

Luckily her force of will and her mind did not let her do that.

She stretched her arms and she checked the condition of her wing. It was perfect, there was no feather missing. Probably she was not felt into the hiding of some merchants or smugglers or they would have already taken advantage of that wealth.

If so, why had they saved and cured her?

She did not have the time for questions: she had to go away from those humans, so she could have been out of danger.

She heard some footsteps into the distance. They seemed to be of two young persons or females, they were too light to belong to some adult men. But it was better not knowing the answer.