Forgotten One

Discovery Arc: Wishful Request

Sarah leans forward, bringing her face closer to the thick book resting on her knees as she lay in bed with a mountain of pillows behind her. The light of day was fading from the ceiling window.

So places the book more onto her lap she raises her right up a little and summons a ball of light that flickers.

This causes the young woman to stare at it, lifting an eyebrow in question- normally her light shone brightly, enough to make others think it was still daylight hours.

"Aww. This one is good too..." Sarah groans out weakly with a small pout on her lips; quickly bringing her hands to her mouth, she coughs loudly. It makes her small form jerk with each cough.

With a loud gasp at the end of her coughing hit, she leans back into the pillows, letting the book slip further into her lap.

Sarah was sick.

This realization of this had shocked her greatly.

Sarah could heal her own broken bones, could stop her bleeding, could even save her own lift if needed, which were all due to the constant healing of the wounds she suffered.

And yet, she never truly used her healing for common sickness because she rarely has gotten ill from these things.

So how she was hunting through hundreds of books, learning everything she could on healing viruses, bacterium, disease and any other microorganism that made a person sick.

Depending on which path a light healer took, they focused on either the healing of wounds or healing of sickness. These were completely different skills to have and could take a lifetime to master.

With Sarah spending the last eight or more years healing her injuries, she liked to think she had mastered the art of healing any wound.

It was not enough.

"Need more books," Sarah groans out as her chest starts to hurt once more, "need input," she spoke like a robot, saying these words over and over.

"Needs rest. Needs rest." Came a different voice that mimicked her robot tone and causing her to stop.

Turning she blinks with glassy eyes at her grandmother standing in the doorway; the old woman was carrying a tray in her hands, upon it, was a bowl of soup and a glass of water- she skilfully steps over the piles upon piles on books, making her way over to the bed.

"*Grandma" Sarah lets out a long moan as she addresses her grandmother, a pout plays on her lips- the teen wanted to heal herself, however, her research was going slow due to she was not thinking properly... she had to heal and recover the 'normal' way then.

"Sarah." The grey-haired woman mimics again, she places the tray carefully on the bedside table and turning, she frowns at the books at the bottom of the bed, "Sarah, please sleep, rest and get well. You want to recover. Sleep will be your friend at the moment."

"...I want to learn," Sarah told her grandmother with a heavy sigh, "Please teach me, Grandma, you were a Healer once."

"No." Corinna Radiance told her granddaughter firmly, she shook her head slowly; reaching over she then closes the book in Sarah's lap, before removing it completely, "There is a reason for this Sarah, my healing and the world's healing are different. Maybe, just maybe, I'll teach you. But! For now, eat this, take those pills. And sleep!"