Page Gareth of Naxen's entire family, from mother to great-great aunt second time removed. The whole room was silent, save for the rustling of the wind in the trees through the outside window. The whole congregation wore full black, grey or lavender. They all had their eyes closed, heads bowed.
The Naxen family, although not particularly famous, was quite renowned by its nobles for the fact that all of the women had the Gift, and a vast percentage of the men did too. This was rare, as most noble families had mainly men mages, and only a few of them at that. However, this abnormality was proving very useful to them now.
The group was in a rough circle around the bed in which Gary lay. All of them held hands. The hope was that if everyone related to him strengthened the healing spell with their magic and essence, then maybe it would succeed.
The poison that had nearly killed Gary had been very powerful. He was in a coma, and was going to die if they could not get him out of it within a day- he would starve to death and not even realise it. They had only twelve hours for him to live it they couldn't save him. He was lucky he hadn't died yet.
"Come on, clan! He was a good boy, and lets hope he will be when we save him! Another burst please!" Gareth's father, lord Foyran, looked very tired already. He had been leading the 'attacks' on the poison-induced-comotose Gary had become. They weren't really attacks, more like infiltiration into gary's head.
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It was fuzzy in here, Gary thought blearily. Everything was gray and twisted. Like trees. Gray and twisted. Treelike. Gnarled and gray, and twisted. Twisty gray. Gnarled. Twisted. Trees. Treelike.
His thoughts barely existed. He was driftling gently up and down the well, sometimes almost dead, sometimes alive, but just not. As the surges of magic rushing into him grew, the poison faded, but only a little. It would not let go of it's grip on the boy.
Gray and twisted. Like trees. Gray and twisted. Treelike. Gnarled and gray, and twisted. Twisty gray. Gnarled. Twisted. Trees. Treelike. Gnarled and gray, and twisted. Twisty, gray. Gray,gary,gary,gray,yay,grr,ray,ray,gay,gary,gray,grayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. He was falling deeper…
Deeper…
Deeper..
Deeper.
DEEPER