The Necromancer Queen

A strange boy named fire

Finally, we reached a door that was slightly opened. As we neared the door, Mr.Merman released the arm he had around his wounded stomach and pushed the door open, only with a slight creak. Replacing his arm once again on his injury, he led the way in, still holding my hand for whatever reason.

The room was bare, I saw as I looked around, of any personal items really except for a small travelling bag in the corner. The bed, small and he probably could not even fit onto it, was messy, the sheets all tangled up. The walls, bare except for a small mirror that was covered in dust.

The mystery boy led me towards the bed and after he realesed my hand from his hold, he sank down on it, groaning. I looked around uselessly and quite stupidly for bandages, and decided that instead of wasting my time focusing on a useless activity, to actually learn something about the tall merman, or merboy-there was much better lighting in this room so he actually did not look that much older than me.

"What is your name?" His deep voice cut through my thoughts, distracting me, "Well shiz man, you kind of beat me to the ultimate question" I replied, thinking fast, I would not give this stranger my name, I would give him a fake one, "You can call me....call me...Zaira. Yeah, you can call me Zaira" Smooth, reeaaallll smooth Ash.

"You can call me Ea then, because it seems we are not going by our real names then", And caught already. Meh, whatever, "Ea" does not seem to mind to much. Wait....,"E-a? What the heck? Is that even a name?" Ea does not sound like a name at all, unlike mine. Mine is better. Ea chuckles brokenly and weakly, giving a slightly pained cough before answering, "Yes. In my peoples language it means fire."

"Again, that does not seem right, nameing yourself 'fire' and your a merman or merboy. Don't you guys hate fire?"

Hey mouth, just go on ahead and leave my brain behind, thats all right.

NOT.

"And Zaira? What kind of name is that? Does it even have a meaning or is it just a jumble of letters a three year old kid fitted together?" Ouch, Mr.Fire has a mean side. I guess I kind of did deserve that though. Sighing-I do that a lot don't I?- I answered, "It means princess for your information. And why don't you just unrap that pathetic attempt of a bandage or something and let me take a look at your wound, I did say I would help you, did I not?"

Back on track, good girl Ashllyn. Just keep at it, and I just might make it somewhere at the end of the year. And the silver blood of his did look like it was still flowing. And what happened to the guy or thing who delt that wound, there is green blood on him, or green goop anyways.

Ea just nodded weakly and after he removed his arm, he tried taking off his shirt so I could look properly at his wounds, which were covering some fine looking abs if I do say so myself. He ended up having trouble getting it over his head so I needed to rip the seems so we could take it off. and then there was silver blood every where.

The wound itself was actually better than I thought it was going to be for all the blood leaking out of it. It was shaped like a small dining plate, exactly in the shape of a circle, right over his stomach, making an indent into his skin, the wound at it's deepest was maybe half an inch, so not too bad, just painful. It would be easy to heal, but it might take a few sessions.

I told Ea what I thought of the wound and what I would need to do. After some convincing, he agreed to let me heal some of it, and maybe do another healing thing tomorrow. Swallowing, I looked back at his wound, and put my hands maybe an inch higher, so they almost rested on his stomach. Time to start the magic.