The Elvin Boy and the Sorcerer

It feels as if everything is a dream. The war. The blood. The creatures of the dark and now…

‘Half breed!’

“Elvin boy, wake up!”

‘Huh?’

A voice, a loud irritating voice. “Open your eyes and wake up!”

‘Fraco?’

“That’s it, open your eyes and look at me. Breathe — breathe!”

He opened his eyes slowly. The picture — the world where his nightmare begins and ends but then begins again in a loop. A world of torture. A world where he sees his mother getting killed over and over again. The world was slowly coming back, stitching back together.

“Fraco?” Lerroy croaked.

His throat was completely bruised, damaged in places where The Dark Druid had squeezed so tightly. Fraco had to repair that damage, easing the swelling, reducing the bruising. The young man followed the voice’s instructions.

And it was the first time he used the Breath of Life.

Fraco looked down on him with such a big smile on his face. “Hey there… Welcome back to the land of the living.”

“Hi.” He croaked out.

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