Previous chapters:
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Siala thought about it. She was able to lit fire when she was 8 years to help a weak mother to warm up. "But apart from fire, I never did anything, I just didn’t know what I am able to do. Fantasy wasn’t enough. And if so, it turns that I have predisposition to the combat magic. Are does I have any abilities for healing? And if not? I will be sent to a combat squad and may die to a battle. I didn’t want this. Yes, and I am afraid, to be honest. To see how people around instantly die one after another, how the dark red rivers flow with blood. Will I survive?"
Goosebumps ran down the girl's skin. From this option, her mood fell down instantly. If she arrives on the battlefield, she may die first, without doing any good.
"Are you frowning again?" Asked her friend.
"What if I don’t have the ability to heal?"
"Well, I will be very surprised if you don’t have them. These abilities are only possessed by elves."
"It would be better to practice both with battle and healing magic, just in case.
"I cannot help you in combat magic," said the brown-eyed girl, and after a moment she added. "Ask the magician for help."
"What? No! I cannot."
"Why? War is common, success depends on everyone."
"I ... I cannot." Siala lowered her head and stared at her feet.
"Are you embarrassed?" said Marana. "I am not sure that you are, you easily asked me for help."
"You're a girl."
"And what's the difference? You also afraid to fall in love?"
"No... It's just, he has such a look, I am a little uncomfortable."
Marana again fell silent, plunging into her thoughts. Siala thought about how to get out of this situation, because she doesn’t know anything at all. Fire, which she knows how to kindle, cannot protect her in this situation.
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