Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Entered the front door, the girl didn’t recognize this place. There were no favorite emerald curtains, nor velvet carpets. The room was saturated with the atmosphere of oppression. People here thrown on a desperate step knowing that they might die. Siala went to the table, behind which sat the Governor and Councilor.
"I didn’t expect to see you here, young lady."
"Hello, master."
"I no longer your master, my girl." James smiled. "Decided to go to battle, as well?"
"Yes, I thought I could help."
"But how can you help?" The Councilor interfered. "Such a flimsy lean girl, as you cannot even raise a weapon. What can we say about carrying after wounded soldiers. You don’t have any skills and knowledge of medicine, and even if..."
The adviser didn’t have time to finish, as ashtray, filled with cigarette butts, flashed with flames on the table. This time Siala didn’t take long to imagine fire in all its glory. She just remembered how her home was burning.
"Wow," said the Adviser, looking at the fire, "you've worked in my house for so many years, and I didn’t even know you had magical powers."
"I haven’t studied magic, but I want to learn. In Pyrstat, I have nothing more that hold me. I hope that I will be useful on the front."
The governor silently recorded her name in the list. The counselor didn’t take her eyes off the burning ashtray, she wished the girl luck.
She spent the night in the house where she worked for 8 years. All night she couldn’t fall asleep, trying to imagine what the war looks like and whether she will return from there. Maybe she will die in the first battle, and maybe she won't survive and desert back. No. She won’t allow herself such cowardice. The best thing would be to learn the magic of healing and join the ranks of healers. To help people. She always wanted to heal someone else's pain. Mainly because of the mother.
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