I made my way past the last tree. Villagers of sao Pel walked around, preparing for their morning. Making my way to the town center, the villagers gathered around me.
“It’s that kid.”
“I thought he died.”
“Will he curse us?”
“Help, please?” I dropped to my knees and breathed in sharply. “Help him.” Jonah lay beside me on the ground, and Marcia sat beside me.
The crowd grew in size, and the people looked at us with fear. “What should we do?” One villager asked.
“He will surely curse us.”
“Just help me, please.” I could hear my voice become more desperate.
“Move! Let me through.” A voice yelled out from behind the masses. A petite woman pushes her way toward me. She carries a large bag with a red plus on it.
The woman knelt before Jonah and started rummaging through her bag. She sprays Jonah with a strange device, and a foamy substance forms over his wounds, stopping the bleeding.
“Will he be okay?”
“It doesn’t seem like there are any fatal wounds. I should look over you first. You seem to be worse off than your friend here.”
“No, I’ll be fine. What’s important is treating Jonah’s wounds. I need to pull out his curses.”
“What do you mean curses?”
“ARGH!” Jonah cried out. I pushed past the lady and connected my magic with Jonah’s lifeline. There seem to be three curses. However, I don’t have the confidence to pull them out on my own—especially the ones attached to his spine.
“I finished first aid, so your friend should be fine. Let me take a look at you.”
“No! How do you not understand? He will die, and I can’t help him until you treat his wounds.”
“I told you, he will be fine. His wounds weren’t that bad.”
I slapped the woman’s hands away from my chest. Rage built up inside. “Help him!” My stomach boiled, and I could feel my magic leaking out. “He will die!”
The crowd gasps in horror as my eyes change. “It’s him.”
“How could we?”
“His… His eyes!”
“This means she was not the witch.”
“Dragon eyes? But they were red that day.”
The small woman looked deeply into my eyes; she then turned back to Jonah. She seemed to no longer be concerned about me.
A few men in the crowd ran off. They hurriedly returned with a stretcher. Jonah was lifted onto it, and they carried him through the village. I grabbed Marcia by the hand. An older man supported me, and we went to the infirmary.
“I’ll do everything I can for him with the doctor’s help.” The woman assured me.
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