The Crying Traveler
Nakh opened his eyes to the smell of chicken broth. The first thing he saw was a small human Mundockian kneeling in front of his face with a steaming pot beside him.
"Hey, stranger. How're you feeling?" the small man asked.
"Where...How...Who...?" Nakh couldn't seem to find the words.
"You were injured somehow. I was wondering how am I going to move you out of sight when you fainted on me like that, but your body seemed to react on its own to look for a spot to hide out. Must be those giant instincts of yours that got your motor skills going.
"Neways, once you collapsed, I did everything I could to help. See these bandages? Collected every unwanted rags that I could from the townsfolk and sewed them all up. I even sew a blanket for you. Pretty neat eh?
"By the way, the name's Kalana Pureheart. I'm the Village Prince. Don't worry, no one saw you. And I won't tell you're here. Here, have some chicken broth. It'll help you heal faster."
As the small human named Kalana fed him, Nakh, who had prepared to die, felt as if he had been given the breath of life again.
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Love of the Damned
"OMG! Fai! Are you OK?!"
"Give him some room! Give him some room!"
Faira was unconscious on the sand, not breathing at all. Thilius knew there was something amiss. Angels don't drown. There must be something happening that caused him to be so weak.
But he'll figure that out later. Right now, he needed to concentrate on getting Faira to breathe again.
"1...2...3..." Thilius did the usual CPR mortals often do to bring their loved ones back to life. He pressed his chest and blew into his mouth over and over until finally...
COUGH COUGH HACK GASP PUKE
Faira soon started puking out the salt water and taking in gulps of air.
"Easy, easy, Fai. Breathe..."
As everyone watched in relief, a figure in the background grumbled and left the scene.
Nakh opened his eyes to the smell of chicken broth. The first thing he saw was a small human Mundockian kneeling in front of his face with a steaming pot beside him.
"Hey, stranger. How're you feeling?" the small man asked.
"Where...How...Who...?" Nakh couldn't seem to find the words.
"You were injured somehow. I was wondering how am I going to move you out of sight when you fainted on me like that, but your body seemed to react on its own to look for a spot to hide out. Must be those giant instincts of yours that got your motor skills going.
"Neways, once you collapsed, I did everything I could to help. See these bandages? Collected every unwanted rags that I could from the townsfolk and sewed them all up. I even sew a blanket for you. Pretty neat eh?
"By the way, the name's Kalana Pureheart. I'm the Village Prince. Don't worry, no one saw you. And I won't tell you're here. Here, have some chicken broth. It'll help you heal faster."
As the small human named Kalana fed him, Nakh, who had prepared to die, felt as if he had been given the breath of life again.
--:--
Love of the Damned
"OMG! Fai! Are you OK?!"
"Give him some room! Give him some room!"
Faira was unconscious on the sand, not breathing at all. Thilius knew there was something amiss. Angels don't drown. There must be something happening that caused him to be so weak.
But he'll figure that out later. Right now, he needed to concentrate on getting Faira to breathe again.
"1...2...3..." Thilius did the usual CPR mortals often do to bring their loved ones back to life. He pressed his chest and blew into his mouth over and over until finally...
COUGH COUGH HACK GASP PUKE
Faira soon started puking out the salt water and taking in gulps of air.
"Easy, easy, Fai. Breathe..."
As everyone watched in relief, a figure in the background grumbled and left the scene.
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