The Masked One

Chapter 3

I can't believe I'm doing this.

"What am I about to do you must not tell anyone. I am only trying to save your life," I warn him, looking at him straight in the eye so he can see how serious I am.

Quickly and before he could react, I place my hands where the wound is, ready to do what needed to be done.

He hissed from the applied pressure and groaned at the pain. I mumble a quick apology under my breath as I sort my thoughts out.

He looked at me, confused and tired. He must think I'm crazy to risk it for you , I thought amusingly.

He was losing too much blood so I had to act fast.

Not once had I thought about not helping him. I was already thinking of spells to help him recover the moment I laid my eyes on him.

Why? I don't know. But I can say from past experience that my instincts are never wrong.

I need to help him.

Only the future will tell me why. 

"What are you-" he never finished his sentence.

Flicking through my memories, I had already found the perfect spell to use. I close my eyes and chant a quick healing spell under my breath, one that I had learned after that.

I could feel as a bright light seeped out of my hands and went into the wound, healing everything that was damaged from the inside out.

My sister used to describe it as a golden, warm light that healed her boo boos. Her tomboyish ways would cause her to hurt herself in more ways than one.

I felt my strength drain a bit while using the magic. A drop of sweat trickling down from my forehead until it lands on the dirty ground.

Healing magic drained your energy as it had to do more than one task. Attack magic, on the other hand, could be compressed into smaller units of energy and be used more efficiently.

Trial and error had helped find out that information which became useful when protecting the lady.

How long has it been since I used strong magic, I thought as I kept working into inserting more magic.

The wound was bigger than expected and was already taking my stamina out.

Purple eyes, as I will call him, had not made one sound since the moment I started treatment. My guess is he was he was bewildered by the whole situation.

Even I felt that way.

Once I felt that enough power had been used, I scanned the body one more time to double check that he had been healed. Finding no more injuries, I let out a tired sigh.

After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to see that the area was healed.

Upon closer inspection, only a long scar remained.

Becoming conscious of what I was touching, I felt my eyes widen when I see that through the tear of his garments, this person is quite muscular. His muscles were well defined, something I had never seen before.

I tried to suppress the blush that wants to come out as snatched my hands away, not wanting to make it an awkward atmosphere.

Trying to distract myself, I wiped the thin layer of sweat that had formed on my forehead and looked at him once again.

His purple eyes were wide in disbelief. He seemed stunned at my powers as he looked at the place where his wound use to be.

He stared at it for a good minute before looking at me with the same look, his eyes swimming with questions that won't be answered.