realized who it was.
“MORAK!” Quickly getting to her feet, she reached out a hand, which
he gratefully took, and pulled him to his feet.
“I was hoping to run into you, just not
literally,” he said grinning broadly.
Galena blushed profusely and looked at the
ground.
“Are you heading out to fend off another
horde of evil creatures?” he asked.
“No, I’m in search of Elenio. You haven’t
seen him have you?” she asked, still looking at the ground.
“Yeah, he stopped in to see Nigora while I
was with her. She told him where he could find Morgo.”
“Are you alright?” Galena asked, looking him
over for any signs of ailments that she could help with, especially
after their collision.
“Took a nasty fall out of a tree Tark put me
in after you sent Rau running. Guess I wasn’t prepared to be freed
so quickly and when I was, I wasn’t ready. Fell and broke my ankle.
Nigora did her best, but I get the impression I have some healing
to do on my own.” Morak looked at his ankle with the same annoyance
Galena felt just moments before with herself.
Focusing her attention on the ankle, she
thought of the bone re-growing, the tendons tightening back to
normal and the swelling all around the bone and muscle reducing.
She healed the broken blood vessels and the muscles connecting to
the bone. Satisfied his ankle was as good as new, she looked up and
found the same look of awe she had seen so many times on Tark and
Elenio or any other elf she had helped.
“Better?” she asked.
“It’s true then, isn’t it? You’re more
powerful than any other elf that has walked the land of
Tomiro.”
“It appears so,” she said sighing heavily.
“Well, I need to find Elenio.”
“Okay, Morgo’s tent is that way,” he said,
pointing in the direction she originally felt Elenio’s presence.
“Thanks again.”
“No problem.” Galena gave him a hug before
heading back in the direction of the tent Morak pointed out. She
missed how everyone used to treat her before they discovered she
could use magic. Then, everyone had known her as Melan and Tark’s
little sister and treated her as such. Now, it was almost as if the
only thing they could think of when they were around her was her
magical ability. Someday, hopefully everything will go back to
the way it was, she thought. Either that or I won’t be
around anymore for elves to treat differently. One way or the
other, things would change, come what may.
Chapter
Six
“Anyone home?” Galena called at the tent
Morak indicated belonged to Morgo. Elenio opened the flap and
smiled at her. She couldn’t help it; she returned the smile and
reaching up, kissed him quickly on the lips.
“I missed seeing your irritated face when I
woke up,” she whispered.
“Am I forgiven for acting like a pain
yesterday?” he whispered back, smiling as he did so.
“Always.” She kissed him quickly once more
before stepping past him and into the tent. She found Morgo,
shirtless and smiling up at her from his own hammock. The last time
Galena saw him was during the battle. She really hadn’t been paying
attention to him and the way he’d changed since leaving him behind
in the world he knew. When they last parted, it was at the entrance
to the outside world near the base of the Mountains of the Gods.
She couldn’t remember exactly how he had looked because he had been
so utterly forgettable that often times she found her thoughts
drifting in all directions at once. The longer she was with him,
the more these forgettable traits faded. Even then, she realized
other than the dull and ghostlike look that was common among the
underground elves; she could remember nothing else of his
appearances.
Now, as she looked at him, she realized he’d
lost the pale, white skin and the limp, dull dark hair. She was
surprised to discover how handsome he really was. His skin had
darkened up, even in the winter months, to a more creamy color and
his hair, which hung below his
“MORAK!” Quickly getting to her feet, she reached out a hand, which
he gratefully took, and pulled him to his feet.
“I was hoping to run into you, just not
literally,” he said grinning broadly.
Galena blushed profusely and looked at the
ground.
“Are you heading out to fend off another
horde of evil creatures?” he asked.
“No, I’m in search of Elenio. You haven’t
seen him have you?” she asked, still looking at the ground.
“Yeah, he stopped in to see Nigora while I
was with her. She told him where he could find Morgo.”
“Are you alright?” Galena asked, looking him
over for any signs of ailments that she could help with, especially
after their collision.
“Took a nasty fall out of a tree Tark put me
in after you sent Rau running. Guess I wasn’t prepared to be freed
so quickly and when I was, I wasn’t ready. Fell and broke my ankle.
Nigora did her best, but I get the impression I have some healing
to do on my own.” Morak looked at his ankle with the same annoyance
Galena felt just moments before with herself.
Focusing her attention on the ankle, she
thought of the bone re-growing, the tendons tightening back to
normal and the swelling all around the bone and muscle reducing.
She healed the broken blood vessels and the muscles connecting to
the bone. Satisfied his ankle was as good as new, she looked up and
found the same look of awe she had seen so many times on Tark and
Elenio or any other elf she had helped.
“Better?” she asked.
“It’s true then, isn’t it? You’re more
powerful than any other elf that has walked the land of
Tomiro.”
“It appears so,” she said sighing heavily.
“Well, I need to find Elenio.”
“Okay, Morgo’s tent is that way,” he said,
pointing in the direction she originally felt Elenio’s presence.
“Thanks again.”
“No problem.” Galena gave him a hug before
heading back in the direction of the tent Morak pointed out. She
missed how everyone used to treat her before they discovered she
could use magic. Then, everyone had known her as Melan and Tark’s
little sister and treated her as such. Now, it was almost as if the
only thing they could think of when they were around her was her
magical ability. Someday, hopefully everything will go back to
the way it was, she thought. Either that or I won’t be
around anymore for elves to treat differently. One way or the
other, things would change, come what may.
Chapter
Six
“Anyone home?” Galena called at the tent
Morak indicated belonged to Morgo. Elenio opened the flap and
smiled at her. She couldn’t help it; she returned the smile and
reaching up, kissed him quickly on the lips.
“I missed seeing your irritated face when I
woke up,” she whispered.
“Am I forgiven for acting like a pain
yesterday?” he whispered back, smiling as he did so.
“Always.” She kissed him quickly once more
before stepping past him and into the tent. She found Morgo,
shirtless and smiling up at her from his own hammock. The last time
Galena saw him was during the battle. She really hadn’t been paying
attention to him and the way he’d changed since leaving him behind
in the world he knew. When they last parted, it was at the entrance
to the outside world near the base of the Mountains of the Gods.
She couldn’t remember exactly how he had looked because he had been
so utterly forgettable that often times she found her thoughts
drifting in all directions at once. The longer she was with him,
the more these forgettable traits faded. Even then, she realized
other than the dull and ghostlike look that was common among the
underground elves; she could remember nothing else of his
appearances.
Now, as she looked at him, she realized he’d
lost the pale, white skin and the limp, dull dark hair. She was
surprised to discover how handsome he really was. His skin had
darkened up, even in the winter months, to a more creamy color and
his hair, which hung below his
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