Elspeth looked around her worriedly. She saw people dying of sickness and infected wounds. She had just begun her instruction in the healing arts and had been brought along on this war so she could observe her teacher. She was the youngest of the students.

There were five factions on this world. Each one had a single healer that usually had three or four students each. The normal age to begin learning was seventeen. Elspeth was thirteen but had shown promise. Her teacher, Alhenna, had seen her potential and agreed to take her under her wing early. Alhenna had no other students. It was odd for a healer to not have students but the woman was still young and was very selective in her pupils.

Elspeth stared around her. Alhenna can't do this on her own. But I just started last month.

Alhenna shook her head, "This war is pointless." The factions were all extremely territorial and the smallest sign of an intrusion could cause a war that lasted decades. The healers were outside these "rivalries" and were bound by a code to heal anyone that needed it. Elspeth had grown up to call this bloodshed rivalry but she didn't see it. The entire idea made her sick to her stomach. She hated watching people bleed over the smallest stretch of territory. She didn't understand why this territory was so important. It was just a stretch of dead ground. People from both sides were severely wounded and their side had one woman and a new student. The other side had a healer and six students. The Tenebris faction's healer had the most students at his current point in time. Sol had one student and that one student was her. Elspeth glanced at Alhenna uneasily, "Can I help?"

"Yes actually," Alhenna nodded, "You can go to the tent and get more bandages."

Elspeth nodded. She hurried off. She was almost at the tent when a quickly cut off scream reached her ears. Alhenna! Elspeth turned around but froze, "No she's okay."

"I wouldn't say that girlie," a deep voice growled behind her. Elspeth whirled around. Her eyes widened. A Tenebris assassin stood between her and the tent, "If that scream was anything to go by she's dead."

Elspeth stomped her foot on the ground stubbornly, "She's not dead!"

"You're a confident one," he smirked and charged at her. Elspeth flinched but did not take a single step backwards. He pulled up just a second before striking, "You aren't afraid?"

Elspeth looked at him with hard crystal blue eyes, "I am afraid. I will not stand down because of that fear. My fear will not control me."

"Well said for a spoiled brat," he shot forward again and in a flash of bright light the blond girl was gone.

Elspeth blinked open her eyes. She was in an unfamiliar cathedral. She felt completely exhausted. Her entire body ached.

"You're awake. That was quite the landing. Was that your first walk?"

Elspeth turned and stared at the woman kneeling to her. Her strawberry blond hair fell just to her shoulders. Her silver eyes faded to gold as the iris drew closer to the pupil. Elspeth's awe changed to confusion as she registered what the woman had said, "Walk? What do you mean?"

"That's right. Most planeswalkers don't know what they are," the woman nodded and spoke mostly to herself. She smiled warmly, "Let's start with introductions. I am Rheah." She motioned towards Elspeth, inviting the blond girl to speak.

Elspeth blinked. She was still confused but gave Rheah her name anyway, "I'm Elspeth."

"Welcome Elspeth," Rheah changed position so she was sitting cross legged on the floor. Her long white and gold dress fell past her ankles. It was very loose and fluid. "This is Amferodar, specifically the Mikirran Empire. You came from another world. You are what we, at least, call a planeswalker. Unlike most worlds Amferodar knows that planeswalkers exist and values their talents and abilities." Rheah explained patiently.

"So...I'm...a planeswalker?" Elspeth was having difficulty taking all of this in.

"Yes," Rheah nodded, "You have the ability to travel to any world you like."

"Will it always be painful and exhausting?" Elspeth asked. If that was what it felt like every time she traveled between worlds she didn't plan on going anywhere.

"I wouldn't know," Rheah shrugged, "I'm not a planeswalker. I'm sorry I can't help you there." She handed Elspeth a glass of water, "Drink this and rest on the information I have given you. This is a dream. This cathedral is not empty like you see it now. Sickness ravages this kingdom so this cathedral is filled with people that could definitely use your help."

"But I don't know anything," Elspeth protested.

"It will come to you. Trust me," Rheah assured her gently, "Draw on your power and the people around you will feel it's effects."

"It's that simple?" Elspeth squeaked in surprise.

"For you, yes," Rheah nodded, "Healing is your power. Revitalizing others and yourself is your magic. How you use it is up to you."

Elspeth nodded.

"Now drink that and rest."

Elspeth obediently drank the water. It was cool, sweet and refreshing. She closed her eyes and fell asleep. When she opened them moans of pain bombarded her. She could taste the scent of sickness in the room. She was in a separate area where a wounded guard was being treated.

"You shouldn't go picking fights with those creatures," the healer chided gently.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I know your attention is needed elsewhere but the Captain insisted that I come get patched up."

"It's fine. There are plenty of other people capable of looking after the sick," she shook her head, "and it's best that this sickness be prevented from spreading at all costs."

"If you want to go back to the sick I can do it," Elspeth offered quietly.

"You're awake!" she smiled warmly, "Welcome to Mikirra. And if you could that'd be great, thanks so much."

Elspeth nodded. She took the middle aged woman's place in front of the soldier. He looked her over doubtfully, "Where're you from?"

Elspeth shook her head, "That doesn't matter at the moment." She concentrated hard on the power flowing gently inside of her. Her hands began to glow and the wound on his arm closed slowly. His entire body glowed and his exhaustion faded. Elspeth looked at him, "You shouldn't try to hide your exhaustion from someone that can help you. If you go until you collapse you won't be of any help to anyone."

He stared at her. Awe glowed in his eyes. He dipped his head respectfully, "Of course."

She rose to her feet and nodded to the door of the cathedral, "Return to your duties."

He nodded and hurried away.

"Um..."

"It's alright," Elspeth shook her head.

The healer nodded, "If you say so Ma'am."

Elspeth put on a face of confidence as she walked through the many rows of the sick. Every single healer knew of her power and they appreciated her help greatly. The amount of respect she was being given disturbed her greatly. She felt she hadn't done anything to deserve the respect she was being treated with.

Don't worry Elspeth. The respect you're treated with is because of what you've done for them.

Elspeth sighed and tried to relax. She kneeled down next to a young child and healed them gently. She was careful to avoid waking them. She watched them become more comfortable as she eased their pain and discomfort.

"Elspeth, thank you so much."

"Any time," Elspeth nodded. She cocked her head to the side, "Hey do you know where I can find a...library or something like it?"

"Of course." Elspeth followed the healer to a large brick building in the center plaza of the city.