Chapter 2: The Desperate Healer
"A new comer huh?" said one of the men in black. I stared at them trying to see their faces but I never could. "Let's get her cleaned up and take her to the king." One of the men finally said. They ran towards me, grabbing me by the arms and dragged me towards a white building covered with vines. They stopped at a door made of iron or steel, I couldn't tell. The men holding me knocked on it a few times and spoke "Kelarias Sutrios." Then they dragged me through the door and laid me down on a table. A person who looked like a healer came in and stared at me for a moment then grabbed a knife. Then he grabbed a drill and set it just above my head and then said "Now lets what she knows, shall we."
A throbbing pain rushed through my body; I tried with all my might to suppress a scream but failed. The pain lasted only a second longer, than it disappeared. "You said all patients were knocked out before they were operated on!" the healer yelled. "We take them as they come. That's the king's orders." One of man replied in a calm voice. I opened my eyes to look at the men surrounding me but I still couldn't make out their faces, despite the light filled room. The healer paced for a short while, probably wondering what procedure to do me now. Then one of the men in black said, "I know you are against the kings practices but if you do not want to be a slave or something worse I suggest you do the works on her!"
There was a dark silence for long moment then the healer stepped toward the stable where I lay. The healer said "Please! She has no idea what's going on, so it may be easy to talk to her and see what she knows. Let me take care of he for awhile, please!" I finally broke through the darkness and saw their features clearly now. The healer had pale skin with light blonde hair that was spiked on his head. He was wearing a brown robe underneath it with a fancy shirt that made him look noble. One of the men in black said, "No; we shall not decide what to do with her, the king will."
The healer had pure fear written on his face, then as if directed by an invisible force, he turned to a counter covered with all kinds of tools and grabbed a long stick along with a light. I noticed later that the stick had a drill and spike at the end of it that looked almost invisible. Then he walked to the table where I lay and pressed the button on his strange instrument, and then my world began to fade back into the darkness until I could barely make out a word of what they said. The only thing I heard was the healer whisper "I'm sorry."
When I was conscious again, I saw my surroundings and they astonished me. It seemed like I was in a fancy hotel or a giant castle of some sort. I lay on a silk bed, I hopped up and took a peek out the small window. The land around me was covered in fields and what looked like farmhouses but they were painted a dark grey color. I stared at the landscape for a while, waiting for something to move. But nothing did. It wasn't the landscape that moved next it was I; someone was coming into my room. A lady that looked like a maid came in and set a basket of clothes on my bedside table and said "Oh I see your awake! Please, put on these clothes and I shall tell you where you are."
