Where are they now? - Richart Anselm
Nov 8, 2021 13:21:36 GMT
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Post by Wixspartan on Nov 8, 2021 13:21:36 GMT
It was a pleasant afternoon under the tree, and the young figure was almost asleep in the warm shade as they lent on the old wood, flower crown drooping over their eyes. Suddenly a child's voice brought them back to the world of the awake
"Richart! There you are! Lucy's hurt her leg running through brambles! You have to help her"
The figure perked up, quickly getting to their feet and grabbing the brown leather satchel that had been resting next to them.
"Of course Amy! Lead the way"
The two of them quickly made their way into the small farming town past the smiling faces of happy farmers and townsfolk. Eventually the two came to the small schoolhouse where the young girl had been told to sit whilst the town healer was fetched. Richart quickly got to work, cleaning the cuts and bandaging them to avoid infection.
"There now Lucy, it's going to be ok. You'll be fine now, just try not to take these off for a day. If it gets worse just come to my hut and I'll see what I can do. Can you do that for me?"
The figure smiled and nodded. Suddenly Amy spoke up from where she had been poking a small bug.
"Why don't you just magic it better?"
Richart's smile saddened a little.
"You know I can't do that Amy, magic is for emergencies. Plus it's much better to let the body heal itself than always relying on magic."
They knew they weren't telling the whole truth. It had been months since they had used their magic to heal, not since farmer Micah had gotten his leg stuck under that plow, nasty business that. They couldn't bring themselves to do it anymore, they had left that life behind them. They wondered what Adelard would think of them now, an adventurer, a hero, now just a small farming town healer. But it was a good life, and it was far better than having to patch up dying adventurers and kill dangerous monsters. It had been a long time since they had to kill, and Richart hoped they would never have to again. Some nights they lay awake remembering the blood, remembering desperately bandaging gaping wounds all whilst trying to hold off giant wolves and goblins. Every night they saw their face in the mirror, what a coward they were, running from their destiny.
No, this was their destiny, this town, these people. This was their family, and well, if something came a knocking? They still remembered how to defend people, and they weren't going to lose their family again. They swore by Helm they would keep this town safe, be it from scratches, or the apocalypse itself...
"Richart! There you are! Lucy's hurt her leg running through brambles! You have to help her"
The figure perked up, quickly getting to their feet and grabbing the brown leather satchel that had been resting next to them.
"Of course Amy! Lead the way"
The two of them quickly made their way into the small farming town past the smiling faces of happy farmers and townsfolk. Eventually the two came to the small schoolhouse where the young girl had been told to sit whilst the town healer was fetched. Richart quickly got to work, cleaning the cuts and bandaging them to avoid infection.
"There now Lucy, it's going to be ok. You'll be fine now, just try not to take these off for a day. If it gets worse just come to my hut and I'll see what I can do. Can you do that for me?"
The figure smiled and nodded. Suddenly Amy spoke up from where she had been poking a small bug.
"Why don't you just magic it better?"
Richart's smile saddened a little.
"You know I can't do that Amy, magic is for emergencies. Plus it's much better to let the body heal itself than always relying on magic."
They knew they weren't telling the whole truth. It had been months since they had used their magic to heal, not since farmer Micah had gotten his leg stuck under that plow, nasty business that. They couldn't bring themselves to do it anymore, they had left that life behind them. They wondered what Adelard would think of them now, an adventurer, a hero, now just a small farming town healer. But it was a good life, and it was far better than having to patch up dying adventurers and kill dangerous monsters. It had been a long time since they had to kill, and Richart hoped they would never have to again. Some nights they lay awake remembering the blood, remembering desperately bandaging gaping wounds all whilst trying to hold off giant wolves and goblins. Every night they saw their face in the mirror, what a coward they were, running from their destiny.
No, this was their destiny, this town, these people. This was their family, and well, if something came a knocking? They still remembered how to defend people, and they weren't going to lose their family again. They swore by Helm they would keep this town safe, be it from scratches, or the apocalypse itself...