Twisted (Book 1)

chapter 4: The Priestess

Injured men laid scattered across the foyer, surrounded by their families, mothers silently shushing and rocking their young inorder to calm them. Only four priests were spared to lend a hand with healing, it was easy to tell they were becoming overwhelmed with the hundreds who needed their attention.

Priests were distributed across the kingdoms by the church of Sula, which was located in Solaris an extremely peaceful kingdom; one that always remained neutral in times of conflict. Solaris was known for its' healers those of which usually grew into priests, however they were allowed to marry and pursue their own relationships; so long as they remained true to the Goddess. I suppose that rule was implemented in order to keep the magic from dying out.

I never agreed with remaining neutral especially in time's like these, to help both sides instead of simply aiding what seems like the correct choice; whatever saves your kingdoms own skin I suppose is what they justify as the correct answer.

dwelling on the fact too long caused my stomach to turn, especially the more I looked around. None of these priests were skilled enough to fully heal majority of these injuries, although majority of the injuries were extremely gruesome so they would take a highly skilled priest. Those were sent to the Front lines usually, inorder to keep the top fighters trudging. All these could do was ease their pain and mend minor wounds.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't noticed one of the priests had approached.

"You're not injured are you?" a gentle voice asked causing me to startle, turning my gaze towards the direction of who spoke stood a young girl draped in white robes with golden trims woven into the middle was a golden sun. She looked to be about my age her skin was a beautiful caramel, her hair a golden yellow and her eyes were a forest green. Her feet were bare aside from golden toe ring anklets decorated with sunstones.

Perhaps there was a highly skilled Priestess here after all, which seemed rather odd, but I suppose someone has to supervise and aid the lower skilled.

"No I'm quite alright, you ought to focus on those who need tending" I replied gesturing towards the wounded, and the mourning.

Her eyes wandered across my body "but you, yourself are hurting; are you not? Mayhaps not a physical pain but a mental pain, one of the soul and heart." She gave a smile full of gentle warmth, part of me was not pleased that she could sense both the mental and physical pain of others "I shall be fine again these people need your attention far more than I." My pain and anger were what I needed to cling to right now, otherwise I feared falling apart, if she tried to ease it I'd lose sight of my new goal; revenge and the destruction of Talon.