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Two weeks later Dorrien was packing his stuff. He had found some of his old paintings he had drawn when he was a child. He sighed and put them in his bag. Strangely enough, it felt like he wouldn't come back to the Guild. He didn't know what made him think that but this feeling, this certainty, scared him. He would come back. Maybe it would take a while until he could take a step on the Guild grounds without thinking about what he'd lost here but someday he would come back.
He had successfully avoided Sonea two weeks. She hadn't tried to talk to him either but that wasn't the point. He wondered if she expected him to talk to her or to write her a letter. Then again, she had told him he didn't have to replay.
Whatever.
The door opened and Rothen stepped in. He looked sad and disappointed and it hurt Dorrien to see that what he did not only hurt himself but others too.
"So you really are leaving" Rothen said, sighing. He sat down on Dorrien's old bed.
Dorrien watched him. "Are you disappointed in me?"
"I'm not disappointed in you. I'm disappointed by your leaving. I thought you wanted to stay at least a year."
Dorrien bit his lips. His father was right. He hadn't at all fulfilled the hopes and expectations of his father who had pictured them living together like a kind of family.
"I have to go" Dorrien replied, trying to raise a little bit of self-confidence.
Rothen looked up and his eyes were flashing. "You don't. Dorrien, there are other women. Sonea's not the only one."
Dorrien felt his face flush. "It's not only because of Sonea" he said reluctantly. "I have to go back to my village. The people need me there. Nobody here needs me. I know it sounds selfish and arrogant, to want to be needed by someone, but..."
"I need you, son." Rothen sounded desperate. "I miss you. I was so happy to have you here for a certain time, something I thought you would redeem. You wasn't someone to neglect something like this. You said you'd stay a year and I trusted your word. So please don't break your promise. Stay. We will sort this out. You could be friends..."
"I can't." This time Dorrien's voice sounded annoyed and Rothen's face fell.
"I'm sorry that I bothered you. I'll see you when you leave."
He stood up and left the room.
Dorrien sighed deeply. Great. Now he felt even worse.
But staying was out of question. He wouldn't let them hurt him.
He stood up as well and grasped his stuff. He didn't care using his magic for this; he enjoyed doing something by hand sometimes.
Outside, his horse was already saddled and ready. He lifted his stuff and swung himself up.
"Goodbye, son" Rothen said, approaching him slowly. "Have a nice ride home."
"Thank you, father. Goodbye."
Dorrien spured his horse and soon they left the Guild grounds. He was just taking the corner towards the city when he saw something on the ground that made him freeze and stop his horse.
A small boy lay on the ground, two feet from the legs of his horse.
Dorrien jumped off the horse and bowed over the little child.
The boy was pale, dangerously pale, and Dorrien tried to feel his pulse.
He lived. But Dorrien the Healer knew that he had to act immediately.
Still, he hesitated. Not because, maybe, the task was too hard for him to manage.
But because it was Sonea's son.
Dorrien took a deep breath. Then he bowed over the boy...
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