THE SOULHEALER [Maven Calore]

the soulhealer: prologue

"I could set this world on fire and call it rain."

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Ilias didn't know what he expected.
But King Tiberias Calore VII begging him to accompany him and go to Norta wasn't the way he thought this Sunday afternoon would turn out.

His day had started quite normal though. Ilias had helped his grandmother in the garden and went into town for groceries. He didn't like going there, everyone watching him suspiciously because he was ... weird.
A red with powers of a silver, a newblood, was nothing to worry about in Montfort but with uncertain powers, it sure was a problem.
Some called him a whisperer, but he wasn't. He couldn't control minds or make some one move by silent command, but he could see.
See inside heads, read minds, or more specifically read souls. What else he could do, Ilias didn't know.
But when his grandmother cried, he could calm her.
When someone was too afraid to talk, he could give them the confidence to do so.
When the king of Norta stood in front of his house, he could sense the trouble.

"I asked Davidson to look out for Whisperers but technically you aren't one, are you? That's why it took so long to find you." Tiberias explained, while watching the young man in front of him with bright golden eyes. "What are you, Ilias?" His voice was tense, but friendly. He was desperate, Ilias could sense this too.
"I ..." he started and swallowed. What was he? His grandmother had used a beautiful term to name his powers once, but was it the right thing to tell the king of Norta? Tiberias Calore obviously needed help and Ilias couldn't ignore that and let him go, despite knowing he could have helped him. "I am a soulhealer, your Majesty."

Tiberias' eyes lit up.
Hope.