FFXI: Through The Eyes of Our Lives
by Skullkid
White Mage
'Death... for some the hardest thing in the world.'
A warrior let out a cry of angush as a brutal blow was dealt to him by the Gigas.
"Altana... grant me your light! Cure II!"
A white holy light surrounded the warrior as the giant fell dead at their feet.
The white mage dropped to his knees and meditated to refresh himself.
'Death...'he thought again 'A simple thing I was meant to prevent.'
"Light that follows... Regen!" the white mage chanted as the restorative effects of Regen took place on the monk.
The paladin suddenly screamed bloody murder as a Wight ran up and killed him in three brutal blows of it's scythe.
"Run!" the warrior shouted waving both of his axes around wildly to get the Wight's attention. The group ran, the black mage and ranger sprinting to the shelter of the near by tower, the monk lingering briefly to watch the fight but soon ran when he saw he would be no use.
The white mage exhausted himself trying to keep the warrior alive, he had one more spell in him, the warrior was nearly dead but they knew so was the Wight.
"Altana! Grant me your strength!" the white mage shouted, a holy light surrounded and echoed off him with a pure white glow.
"Light of the pure! Cure III!" the bright glow surrounded the Wight. With an in-human scream it dealt a final finishing blow to the warrior then collapsing into a useless pile of bones.
'Death...'the white mage thought again as he fell to one knee to restore himself and wait for his group to find them. 'Not even I can stop it's power...'