Chapter Eight: Healing Daemon
Wyn's POV
I stood there, watching Silas heal Daemon while he slept, and fingered my shirt. Then I ripped it. The sound echoed almost. Leareth came over.
"No, I'm not gonna move. I'm stayin right here. Do you have something I can like..." she smiled.
"Yes. Here." she handed me a handkerchief.
"Uh-thanks."
"Wyn. You're going to have to go out and find things to save Daemon."
"Like...?"
"Gryphon feathers."
"That's it?"
"Yes. that's all. Gryphon feathers. Daemon's going to be asleep for a very long time."
"Will you be there too?"
"No, I have to help Silas. When he tires out, it'll be my turn. And we'll just be switching off like that."
"I see. I'll leave now. Where to I find Gryphon feathers besides on a Gryphon?"
"Um...in there nest."
"Oh shit."
"Yea, got that right. Do your best. You're going to have to fly, by the way."
"Oh damn."
"Sorry."
"Okay, am I packed up?"
"Yes." she handed me a leather back pack.
"This it?"
"Yep."
"How do I fly?"
"Say the spell, and jump."
"Okay..." I was very uncertain about this whole thing. She led me to the balcony.
"Good luck. I know you can do it." she winked and walked back to my room where Daemon was. I stepped hesitantly outside. How did it go, again? I thought. Ah, yes.
"Great Winds of the East, with permission, safe passage." that familiar warm wind that smelled of sunrise blew, giving me confidence.
"Great Winds of the West, with permission, safe passage." Sunset wind blew, also boosting my confidence that I could do this.
"Great Winds of the South, with permission, safe passage." this one was the spring wind and it seemed to smile.
The last wind, the North, I was resentful in asking.
"G-Great Winds of the North, with permission, safe-" the North wind blew and almost knocked me over. The three other winds started to swirl around me, like a shield
and also sucking in the North wind. Finally, I felt myself lifting. At the last moment, I jumped.
When I opened my eyes, I was not, as I had expected, face first in the dirt. I was, in fact, flying.
"Wonderful. Now, if I were a Gryphon, where would I be..."
"Above you." I jumped, startled, and did like 3 barrel rolls. The Gryphon chuckled.
"Sorry about that. Are you new to this?"
"Er-yes, actually."
"I see. And why would you be looking for an Gryphon?"
"Um, well, ya see, my boyfriend is sick and the only way to save him is if I get Gryphon feathers. Can you help me?"
"How many do you need?"
"Uh-Leareth didn't tell me."
:You need enough to make two hawk wings in which they would fit on a human.: I relayed this to the Gryphon.
"I see. I am Treyvan. Okay, I think I shall help you out, considering, you are with Leareth and Silas."
"Mm hm, I am."
"Okay then. Come along. Would you like a ride?"
"Um, yes please." I climbed on his back, or rather, "floated" over to it and sat down. My wings folded but didn't go away.
"Where are we going?"
"To my hold."
"Is it far?"
"How far is far?"
"More then 1 month and 1 week?"
"No, we shall be there by nightfall."
"Okay." I sighed. Good, I won't be coming in at the last moment.
~Daemon's Dream~
There was a blue-green squiggly line that danced in front of me. It moved in a way as if to say, 'follow me.' so, I followed it. I followed it to a raw spot.
The line seeped into the sides and where it entered, that area started to glow. Soon, more of it glowed. A few seconds later, the whole raw spot was glowing blue-green.
Then the raw spot began to heal. Growing back to a healthy pink color, like a sore throat healed. The squiggly started to fade, when a very mysterious tune started playing, and
a blue-silver squiggly took the place of the blue-green one.
My eyes fluttered opened. I looked next to me. A young woman dressed in a midnight blue gown, with raven black hair and blue-silver eyes that seemed so very familiar, was
sitting next to me. She was playing the recorder and the source of that mysterious tune.
"Well," I turned. Silas stood in the door way. "You healed faster then we thought you would." he smiled and I smiled back.
"Where's Wyn?" I asked, and for once, my throat wasn't scratchy.
"She's getting the last thing to complete your healing."
"Oh." my hopes sank. I was hoping I would get to see her. "She's alright, right?"
"Yes, why wouldn't she?"
"Well, she seemed really worried-about-about me." I blushed.
"That's certainly true. She ripped her shirt because she was so nervous." a voice, female, said behind me. I turned and saw that the woman who'd been playing
the recorder had stopped, and was talking to me.
"Hey, have I seen you before?"
"That depends..." she smiled. "Indirectly, yes. Directly, not until today."
"What do you mean 'indirectly'?"
"Well, Silas is your angel, I am Wyn's. I'm Leareth."
"Do you have a PS2?"
"No, sorry."
"When will Wyn be back?"
"Soon. Why so many questions?"
"I'm curious, and I have never been able to ask questions. The doctors always thought it was just hallucinations or something of that sort, so hardly listened."
"That sucks."
"Tell me about it. What do you do for fun around here?"
"Uh-"
"Um-"
"I see. Oh well. Any good books? Heralds of Valdemar, Last Herald Mage, Mage Winds, Mage Wars, any of them?"
"All of them. Which one?"
"Winds of Fate, no, Change. I just started that one."
"Okay." Leareth looked in a nearby book shelf and pulled the book out and handed it to me. I started reading it.
~Wyn~
Treyvan took me to his 'hold'. There, I met his mate, Hydona, and 4 gryphlets. I stood there, kinda dumbfounded.
"You asked for feathers, did you not?" Treyvan asked.
"Y-yes. I did."
"Here." he handed me a large bag. I opened it. It was filled with the sunset, or at least that's what it looked like. Very lovely looking.
"Oh wow."
"Thank you. Will you need help getting those back to Leareth?"
"Um, yes. I will."
"I'll gladly give you a ride."
"Uh, thanks." he 'squatted' down and I climbed up. He grabbed the bag of feathers in his talons, and set off.
We got back to Leareth's shortly. He placed me down and laid the feathers next to it. Then he pulled two small leather pouches off of his neck and laid them with the bag.
"One of these is the mother feather, the other had two amulets. One for you, the other for the boy. You'll find them useful." then he winked a flew off. I grabbed
the two leather pouches and the bag of feathers and started to run towards my room.
"LEARETH! SILAS! I'M BACK!" I yelled. I heard someone running, and presumed it was either Leareth or Silas and was greatly surprised.
"DAEMON!" I dropped the bag of feathers and gave him a hug in which he returned. We didn't let go, after. Too happily enjoying each other's embrace.
"I'm sorry." I muttered. He pulled away.
"Whatever for?"
"I dunno. I'm just sorry." I hugged him again. Again, we didn't part, as if we let go, the other would disappear beyond reach. Someone cleared their throat in the back round.
We broke the embrace, but still held hands. Leareth and Silas were waiting in the doorway of my room.
"Are you done yet?" Silas grinned.
"Well..." I said, thinking.
"Come on."
"Okay." we walked into my room, Daemon had gotten the feathers.
"What are these for?" he asked.
"Your wings." Leareth replied. As if summoned, I spread my jet black wings, displaying them. Daemon's eyes got big as saucers.
"Oh wow."
"Uh huh." I smiled.
"What do I have to do?"
"Just, right now, sit on the bed."
"Okay." he walked over to the bed and sat down. I followed. Leareth and Silas laid the gryphon feathers in two identical patterns, one a mirror image of
the other with a small gap in between.
"Daemon, come here please." Silas said when they finished. Daemon walked over and Silas directed him to lie between the two wing patterns. He did so.
"Wait, where's the mother feather?" Leareth asked.
"Uh, here." I handed the pouch that contained it. Leareth pulled out two feathers. One, a purple-blue black and the other a pink-orange red one. The purple-blue
black one she handed to me and the other, she gave to Daemon.
Silas and Leareth stood on either side of Daemon, arms outstretched.
"Con-yo ashtae coo-yo. Sie-tai wil-ai ashtae." their hands glowed. They repeated it again, and Daemon's wings glowed. Spoken a third time, and their hands, his wings
and his body glowed a soft red.
"Stand." Daemon stood up, the wings following. They repeated the chant one last time. The glow faded, Silas and Leareth dropped their hands and Daemon was momentarily
thrown off balance. I caught him, and helped him back up.
"Wyn..."
"What?"
"Thank you so much." he hugged me. And I hugged him back.
Wyn's POV
I stood there, watching Silas heal Daemon while he slept, and fingered my shirt. Then I ripped it. The sound echoed almost. Leareth came over.
"No, I'm not gonna move. I'm stayin right here. Do you have something I can like..." she smiled.
"Yes. Here." she handed me a handkerchief.
"Uh-thanks."
"Wyn. You're going to have to go out and find things to save Daemon."
"Like...?"
"Gryphon feathers."
"That's it?"
"Yes. that's all. Gryphon feathers. Daemon's going to be asleep for a very long time."
"Will you be there too?"
"No, I have to help Silas. When he tires out, it'll be my turn. And we'll just be switching off like that."
"I see. I'll leave now. Where to I find Gryphon feathers besides on a Gryphon?"
"Um...in there nest."
"Oh shit."
"Yea, got that right. Do your best. You're going to have to fly, by the way."
"Oh damn."
"Sorry."
"Okay, am I packed up?"
"Yes." she handed me a leather back pack.
"This it?"
"Yep."
"How do I fly?"
"Say the spell, and jump."
"Okay..." I was very uncertain about this whole thing. She led me to the balcony.
"Good luck. I know you can do it." she winked and walked back to my room where Daemon was. I stepped hesitantly outside. How did it go, again? I thought. Ah, yes.
"Great Winds of the East, with permission, safe passage." that familiar warm wind that smelled of sunrise blew, giving me confidence.
"Great Winds of the West, with permission, safe passage." Sunset wind blew, also boosting my confidence that I could do this.
"Great Winds of the South, with permission, safe passage." this one was the spring wind and it seemed to smile.
The last wind, the North, I was resentful in asking.
"G-Great Winds of the North, with permission, safe-" the North wind blew and almost knocked me over. The three other winds started to swirl around me, like a shield
and also sucking in the North wind. Finally, I felt myself lifting. At the last moment, I jumped.
When I opened my eyes, I was not, as I had expected, face first in the dirt. I was, in fact, flying.
"Wonderful. Now, if I were a Gryphon, where would I be..."
"Above you." I jumped, startled, and did like 3 barrel rolls. The Gryphon chuckled.
"Sorry about that. Are you new to this?"
"Er-yes, actually."
"I see. And why would you be looking for an Gryphon?"
"Um, well, ya see, my boyfriend is sick and the only way to save him is if I get Gryphon feathers. Can you help me?"
"How many do you need?"
"Uh-Leareth didn't tell me."
:You need enough to make two hawk wings in which they would fit on a human.: I relayed this to the Gryphon.
"I see. I am Treyvan. Okay, I think I shall help you out, considering, you are with Leareth and Silas."
"Mm hm, I am."
"Okay then. Come along. Would you like a ride?"
"Um, yes please." I climbed on his back, or rather, "floated" over to it and sat down. My wings folded but didn't go away.
"Where are we going?"
"To my hold."
"Is it far?"
"How far is far?"
"More then 1 month and 1 week?"
"No, we shall be there by nightfall."
"Okay." I sighed. Good, I won't be coming in at the last moment.
~Daemon's Dream~
There was a blue-green squiggly line that danced in front of me. It moved in a way as if to say, 'follow me.' so, I followed it. I followed it to a raw spot.
The line seeped into the sides and where it entered, that area started to glow. Soon, more of it glowed. A few seconds later, the whole raw spot was glowing blue-green.
Then the raw spot began to heal. Growing back to a healthy pink color, like a sore throat healed. The squiggly started to fade, when a very mysterious tune started playing, and
a blue-silver squiggly took the place of the blue-green one.
My eyes fluttered opened. I looked next to me. A young woman dressed in a midnight blue gown, with raven black hair and blue-silver eyes that seemed so very familiar, was
sitting next to me. She was playing the recorder and the source of that mysterious tune.
"Well," I turned. Silas stood in the door way. "You healed faster then we thought you would." he smiled and I smiled back.
"Where's Wyn?" I asked, and for once, my throat wasn't scratchy.
"She's getting the last thing to complete your healing."
"Oh." my hopes sank. I was hoping I would get to see her. "She's alright, right?"
"Yes, why wouldn't she?"
"Well, she seemed really worried-about-about me." I blushed.
"That's certainly true. She ripped her shirt because she was so nervous." a voice, female, said behind me. I turned and saw that the woman who'd been playing
the recorder had stopped, and was talking to me.
"Hey, have I seen you before?"
"That depends..." she smiled. "Indirectly, yes. Directly, not until today."
"What do you mean 'indirectly'?"
"Well, Silas is your angel, I am Wyn's. I'm Leareth."
"Do you have a PS2?"
"No, sorry."
"When will Wyn be back?"
"Soon. Why so many questions?"
"I'm curious, and I have never been able to ask questions. The doctors always thought it was just hallucinations or something of that sort, so hardly listened."
"That sucks."
"Tell me about it. What do you do for fun around here?"
"Uh-"
"Um-"
"I see. Oh well. Any good books? Heralds of Valdemar, Last Herald Mage, Mage Winds, Mage Wars, any of them?"
"All of them. Which one?"
"Winds of Fate, no, Change. I just started that one."
"Okay." Leareth looked in a nearby book shelf and pulled the book out and handed it to me. I started reading it.
~Wyn~
Treyvan took me to his 'hold'. There, I met his mate, Hydona, and 4 gryphlets. I stood there, kinda dumbfounded.
"You asked for feathers, did you not?" Treyvan asked.
"Y-yes. I did."
"Here." he handed me a large bag. I opened it. It was filled with the sunset, or at least that's what it looked like. Very lovely looking.
"Oh wow."
"Thank you. Will you need help getting those back to Leareth?"
"Um, yes. I will."
"I'll gladly give you a ride."
"Uh, thanks." he 'squatted' down and I climbed up. He grabbed the bag of feathers in his talons, and set off.
We got back to Leareth's shortly. He placed me down and laid the feathers next to it. Then he pulled two small leather pouches off of his neck and laid them with the bag.
"One of these is the mother feather, the other had two amulets. One for you, the other for the boy. You'll find them useful." then he winked a flew off. I grabbed
the two leather pouches and the bag of feathers and started to run towards my room.
"LEARETH! SILAS! I'M BACK!" I yelled. I heard someone running, and presumed it was either Leareth or Silas and was greatly surprised.
"DAEMON!" I dropped the bag of feathers and gave him a hug in which he returned. We didn't let go, after. Too happily enjoying each other's embrace.
"I'm sorry." I muttered. He pulled away.
"Whatever for?"
"I dunno. I'm just sorry." I hugged him again. Again, we didn't part, as if we let go, the other would disappear beyond reach. Someone cleared their throat in the back round.
We broke the embrace, but still held hands. Leareth and Silas were waiting in the doorway of my room.
"Are you done yet?" Silas grinned.
"Well..." I said, thinking.
"Come on."
"Okay." we walked into my room, Daemon had gotten the feathers.
"What are these for?" he asked.
"Your wings." Leareth replied. As if summoned, I spread my jet black wings, displaying them. Daemon's eyes got big as saucers.
"Oh wow."
"Uh huh." I smiled.
"What do I have to do?"
"Just, right now, sit on the bed."
"Okay." he walked over to the bed and sat down. I followed. Leareth and Silas laid the gryphon feathers in two identical patterns, one a mirror image of
the other with a small gap in between.
"Daemon, come here please." Silas said when they finished. Daemon walked over and Silas directed him to lie between the two wing patterns. He did so.
"Wait, where's the mother feather?" Leareth asked.
"Uh, here." I handed the pouch that contained it. Leareth pulled out two feathers. One, a purple-blue black and the other a pink-orange red one. The purple-blue
black one she handed to me and the other, she gave to Daemon.
Silas and Leareth stood on either side of Daemon, arms outstretched.
"Con-yo ashtae coo-yo. Sie-tai wil-ai ashtae." their hands glowed. They repeated it again, and Daemon's wings glowed. Spoken a third time, and their hands, his wings
and his body glowed a soft red.
"Stand." Daemon stood up, the wings following. They repeated the chant one last time. The glow faded, Silas and Leareth dropped their hands and Daemon was momentarily
thrown off balance. I caught him, and helped him back up.
"Wyn..."
"What?"
"Thank you so much." he hugged me. And I hugged him back.
