The Power of Forgiveness
Prolong
Darkness…cruel laughter…screams…a young woman in pink in a praying position…accusing eyes…sincere green eyes…blue eyes filled with hatred…an evil voice…Jenova…silver hair… Sephiroth…AVALANCHE…Holy…Meteor…light…
Help me…
Who are you?
The Goddess of Mana…
Who?
Please save me…
What's happening?!
You are granted life…One Winged Angel.
Chapter 1
He heard voices. They were muffled at first, but then they became clearer. 'Where was he? Why wasn't he dead? Was it that voice? The Goddess of Mana…who is she? The voices were clear now. He could understand them.
"Who do you think he could be?"
"I don't know. He was near death when Carlie and Heath brought him in."
"Who has hair like this? It's silver…maybe he's an elf."
"Don't be silly. Carlie said he was human when they came in."
"Well, what would he be doing out in the middle of the Rabite Forest with those kind of injuries? He must not be from around here."
"Most likely…did you see how big his sword is? It's six feet long!"
"He must be—"
His eyes open revealing his stunning unnatural gleaming green eyes. Two young maidens stood at the end of the bed he was lying in. They stood with a shocked look on their faces. One was blond while the other was a brunette. They made no movement, so he did. Pain shot up through his body and he found the two girls rushing to his side.
"No, you mustn't move. You're still recovering from your injuries," the brunette said. She gently touched his shoulders.
"I'll go get The Priest of Light and Heath," the blond said. She rushed out of the room leaving the brunette to tend him.
"Oh dear," the brunette cried. She pulled back her hands, with something on them. Blood… a young woman in pink in a praying position…sincere green eyes…her body instantly lifeless… More pain began to shoot through his body.
"I'm here! Let me see his wounds!" a young man in white clothes and blue cape ran into the room. His hair, which came to his shoulders, was light lavender and his eyes were blue… blue eyes filled with hatred…the puppet…More pain shot through him causing more blood to come. He knew nothing, but pain…then suddenly it washed away. It had disappeared like it hadn't existed at all.
"Heath, are you alright?" the brunette asked. The young man kneeling on the ground, next to the bed, was breathless. His arms were trembling.
"Yes…" was his only reply. Suddenly an old man, that looked like a priest came into the room. When he caught sight of Heath he immediately rushed over to his side.
"Heath, are you—" but then he stopped and stared at the man in the bed. He stared into his eyes for a moment before smiling. He motioned for the girl to leave and she left. "My, no wonder you're out of breath Heath. This man has many 'wounds' that may open at anytime under 'certain circumstances'," he said. Heath's head snapped up and he stared at the old man before standing up. He turned around and faced the man in the bed, staring at him for a moment.
"My name is Heath. I'm a Priest here. This is The Priest of Light. You are in the Holy City Wendel. We found you in the Rabite Forest and brought you here. May I ask for your name?" Heath asked staring into his eyes.
"….." he gave no reply, turning away from him. His eyes did not bring good memories. He didn't have the desire to speak with anyone at the moment. His name always brought fear …
"Well, I don't know what to call you if you don't tell us your name. You'll in bed for at least a week, so we can't call you 'no name'," Heath's voice became somewhat harsh. He walked straight out of the room. The Priest of Light rushed out behind him.
"Heath, mind your manners!" the wise man scolded the youth.
"I don't want him near Carlie. He could hurt her. If she finds out that he is awake now, then she'll visit him. Don't tell me you actually trust him," Heath's harsh voice became a loud whisper outside the door.
SMACK!
"…I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me…" the youth's voice was calm and quiet.
"It's alright Heath. Just don't let it happen again," the elder said.
"How are we going to get his name?"
"We must have patience Heath. He was found near death remember. He might not be ready to speak about anything. We can ask everyone who tends him, to at least have a conversation with him. He may regain his voice that way."
"Right, then everyone can talk to him, but I think it might be better for Carlie not to know that he is awake yet."
"My granddaughter won't like that, but you are like family to her. Charlotte is still asleep from healing this man when you both brought him here. She may be like that for another day or so."
"Okay, well I better check on Carlie. I will see you later."
The young man's footsteps faded from outside the door and the Priest of Light reentered the room. "You must forgive Heath. He isn't usually like that. I will have the cook bring by some food a little bit later. Rest well and may the Goddess bless you," he said before left.
Goddess…? Does he mean the Goddess of Mana? Rabite Forest…I've never heard of it. …Goddess of Mana…Holy City Wendel…could I be in another world? The thought made a strange peace wash over him. Was that it? Was he in another world? The more he thought about it, the more sure he was. The Goddess of Mana must have been the one who pulled me here and revived me, but why? What does she want me to be alive for…? The sliver haired man's eyes closed as sleep slowly took over him.
