The healing light
273 Words
The palace healers rushed Adrian into the royal infirmary.
His once-glorious silver wings were stained with blood, and several feathers had been torn away during the battle.
"He gave everything to protect her," one guard whispered.
Elara stood frozen outside his chamber, her hands trembling.
"This is my fault..."
The doors opened, and the kingdom's chief healer stepped out with a sorrowful expression.
"My lady... the Alpha Lord's wounds are too severe. We've stopped the bleeding, but they refuse to heal."
Before Elara could speak, a graceful woman entered the room.
Her silver wings shimmered in the morning light.
"I will stay with my son," she said softly. "I am his mother."
She gently brushed Adrian's hair from his forehead, tears filling her eyes.
"My brave boy..."
Elara's heart ached.
She stepped closer to the bedside and reached for Adrian's hand.
"Adrian..."
His fingers twitched at the sound of her voice.
The crescent mark on Elara's wrist suddenly began to glow.
Warm silver light spread through the room.
A single tear slipped down her cheek and landed on Adrian's hand.
The light grew brighter.
His wounds slowly closed.
The deep gashes across his chest vanished.
The broken feathers on his wings began to grow back, shining brighter than before.
The healers gasped.
"It's a miracle..."
Adrian's mother turned to Elara, tears streaming down her face.
"You saved my son."
Adrian's eyes slowly opened.
The first face he saw was Elara's.
A gentle smile crossed his lips.
"I knew..." he whispered weakly. "You'd come back for me."
Elara smiled through her tears, still holding his hand.
"I'll never leave you to fight alone again."
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