6/27/2025, 4:52 PM
Skill —
The man wondered if this was his fate, to find those injured and help them in whatever way he could. Marius had been the first, a child damaged beyond his imagination, beyond his own upbringing. Then it was Irina, who had awoken just like the boy before him. It seemed the Gods had decided to make him a healer rather than soldier.
Ruathar recognized the fear that stared back at him, the look of an injured animal. At first glance, the boy was unharmed but the blood that dribbled from his lips said more than enough. He assured him, “I do not want to hurt you.” Rua took a step back, giving him space before lowering himself to a sit. “I do not know. But I am Ruathar. Who are you?” Rua replied, features softening in apology. He wished he had better answers for the boy, but there was nothing more that he knew of the place. It was not his homeland or the one he had awakened in before this.
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore stretched between them, the only sound other than their breathing—Rua's steady, the boy's wheezing. Ruathar didn't know what more he could tell him, until it dawned on him. “You are like me. Man.”
Ruathar recognized the fear that stared back at him, the look of an injured animal. At first glance, the boy was unharmed but the blood that dribbled from his lips said more than enough. He assured him, “I do not want to hurt you.” Rua took a step back, giving him space before lowering himself to a sit. “I do not know. But I am Ruathar. Who are you?” Rua replied, features softening in apology. He wished he had better answers for the boy, but there was nothing more that he knew of the place. It was not his homeland or the one he had awakened in before this.
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore stretched between them, the only sound other than their breathing—Rua's steady, the boy's wheezing. Ruathar didn't know what more he could tell him, until it dawned on him. “You are like me. Man.”