Human life is such a fragile thing, they thought, gazing down at the gasping woman in front of her. So easily gained, and yet, almost impossible to hold onto. The breathing of the woman began to slow, and her eyes obtained a glassy quality, signifying that she wouldnt last much longer. The watcher sighed and knelt by the woman's side, holding her hands above the bleeding wound in the woman's abdomen.As the kneeling figure closed their eyes, a soft, ethereal blue glow emmited from the palms of their hands.
To any silent onlooker, the scene presented would have been a strange one. A young woman, no more than 16 years of age lieing in a pool of her own blood, and a cloaked figure kneeling beside her. To the people of that village, the scene was not entierly uncommen. But to one from away, what happened next would have been considered nothing short of a miracle. Beneath the blowing hands of the cloaked figure, the wounds of the dieing woman began to slowly heal themselves. After a few moments,the breathing of the young ningen onna eventuallyevened and slowed. The now perfectly healthy girl was sleepng, and her wound was gone as though it had never been.
A hidden observer let the branches of the bush he had been hiding in swish together behind him, concealing all trace that he had been there, as he crept on silent feet towards a out of the way clearing nearby.
'Boss?' he called quietly, into the seemingly empty clearing.
'Yesssss...' The voice could have been the wind, swirling around the clearing and the man within it.
'It's her. The girl, the Forbiddon One... She's back.' The man was so excited that he nearly forgot to keep his voice down.
'Exccccellent..' The rasping voice sighed. Then, a pause. "by the way... about your payment.'
'Yes?' The man fidigted, anxious now to get out of the clearing and make tracks back to his village.
A flash of white zoomed by and cut the man down.
'You should have known better than to trust me.' The voice muttered, still hard to distinguish from the rustle of the trees.
As the man took a last, gurgling breath, an albino baboon pelt faded into the shelter of the forest.
'At last I have found you... Khyber.'
