â??Why are you wearing a hood?â?? Denser asked also.
Marla ignored both questions, and quickly thought of something to change the topic. Those were things that Denser did not need to know. After all, he didnâ??t need to know everything, and plus, Marla didnâ??t want to say it, but, it was none of his business.
â??Your leg is injured. Badly!â?? Marla exclaimed. â??Let me cast a strongheal on it.
Marla prepared the spell.
Marla was a warm-hearted girl, always going around spreading cheer. She was loved in the community. Marla cared about everyone. Whenever she had the time, Marla would go around the city, finding people who were gammy, and cast healing spells on them. They would both benefit from it. Marla was training to be a light mage, a mage that would cast holy spells and cures. One day, Marla intended to banish Parl of the wicked, driving them out with her holy spells. â??One day,â?? she thought.
Denser was looking at Marla while she was preparing the spell. He was mesmerized by her beauty. Although he would not dare say so. He studied every feature of her while the mana swirled around her body, tossing her long, black, marvellous hair as if it was windy. The mana swirling around her, it just looked perfect. Looking at her concentrated face, Denser finally got a good look at her. Small, amethyst eyes curved like serpents, looked like she could spot anything from miles away. Thin nose, perfectly placed right between those two beautiful eyes. Slender, pointed ears pricking slightly at any sound was heard from a far distance away. Denser thought once again, about how beautiful she was. Finishing the shape for her spell, she saw Denser looking at her, and Denser quickly turned away, face burning hot.
Dumbfounded, Marla had nothing to say. She had not none that Denser had been admiring her. Denser sat playing with the dagger. She started speaking. Denser scarcely listened, he was inspecting this mysterious dagger.
â??Here we goâ?? Marlaâ??s light voice soft in Denserâ??s injured ears. The pressure from the depths of the water had effected him greatly. â??Iâ??m going to cast nowâ??
Denser let out a soft scream and winced in pain. Healing spells often gave more pain than the injury itself. Denser could feel the mana wrapping tightly against his cold body, warming him. Slowly, life came back to his body. Finally, when it was over, he sighed, and stretched and moved his leg. It was all back to normal.
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