Jasmine stared down at the boy before her. His blonde hair was strange, she had never seen hair that color before (she absent mindedly wondered if it was as soft as it was pretty). Blue clothing rested on his body with black undergarments underneath. The top piece was unbuttoned from where she had to bandage the boy's ribs but other than that the top was undisturbed. The black leggings and skin-tight shirt weren't too badly off either; the leggings only had small scratches and tears from briars. Meanwhile, the long-sleeved shirt had a large tear in the right arm. She could mend that with a bit of thread whenever he woke up.
What Jasmine was really worried about was the boy's right wrist and hand. The cut had slashed down to the bone. She doubted the boy would ever get full use of it again. While it might heal in time, it would always be stiff and hard to use. Torn ligaments and tendons tended to be a pain to heal. The boy was really lucky he had gotten away alive at all. Much longer and he would have bled out. Instead, Jasmine had used special healing pastes made from various herbs to numb it and stop the bleeding. Then she had sewn the tendons together again with silence spider silk. The silent silk would eventually disappear when the muscles had healed and there was no more tension placed on the strings.
Jasmine frowned as she thought about how she had come across the boy.
She had been about to kill some of the Wenn for dinner when the trees had called out to her in desperation. Without a second thought she had abandoned her planned dinner and swooped to the entrance to the Wenn path. There she had found the item of the trees' concern and been shocked to see what it was.
A boy of blindingly bright blonde hair with water blue clothes and sky-like eyes had been their source of concern. At first, she had wondered if he was a threat. Then she had seen what had pursued him. A monstrous creature of darkness and clear almost-water had been hunting the boy. It had been equal parts disgusting and terrifying. Jasmine then understood the trees' message. They hadn't been afraid of him; they'd been afraid for him. Without a second thought, she had swooped from her tree and lifted him back into the safety of the canopy. Behind her, the creature had howled in rage as she swung away on her vine.
Even now, she could still remember the way its face contorted in helpless rage, and how it had reached and stretched its gel hands to catch her. It almost had. If not for the sudden warning from the trees she would have been caught in the thing's clutches. As it was her left ankle would have an oddly hand shaped scar. She was just grateful it hadn't been worse. Certainly, it would be painful for a few days Considering what could have happened however, Jasmine knew she was lucky to have gotten away.
For a moment she considered whether it had been worth it. The boy before her was skinny and lean; he didn't really look like much. Still, the trees had decreed that he was important and was to be kept safe. For that reason alone, she would care for him.
I know! I know! Its too short. However, I'm a whole week behind schedule (INTJ personality type; yes I have a schedule for when I write my fanfiction) and I have an eight page paper coming up that I have done... absolutely nothing on. Sorry! I know its short and might not be too good. The original version of this chapter was written by my teenage self and all I've had time to do is edit. Sorry! Please enjoy some of my other stories in the meantime if you like!
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