56 56 HArmless Realisations (1/2)

Donis's eyes opened, a wooden ceiling greeting his bleary vision. Everything hurt. His eyes, his legs, and everything in between was in agony. Even his mind felt a little slow, disoriented as if he has been sleeping for far too long.

After adjusting his eyes somewhat, Donis forced his head to move around so he could look and try to understand where he is. This wasn't the desert dunes just outside Baoruin. To his right he could see an empty chair, and a wooden bedside table.

He was in a wide room, with light furnishing around him, a window to his left. It was somewhat empty, furnished by a table and a chair near the door which was on the opposite side of the room. Looking out the window, he noticed it was still day time. Seeing the sun, he figured he wasn't out for very long.

Donis tried to sit up, but he felt something was off. Trying to prop himself up, his right arm wouldn't respond. He brought his attention to the now bandaged stub that had taken over the spot where his arm normally resided. Donis's mind went blank, a sense of absurdity overtook his thoughts.

'System, am I hallucinating right now? Is my arm gone?' he thought.

-You're not hallucinating, and your arms is gone. The Sandracon ended up tearing your arm at the shoulder. You felt nothing because you were under the effects of adrenaline and Striga knocked you out.-

Donis took a very deep breath in, held it for a second longer, and exhaled. This wasn't the time to lose his mind over the fact that he fucked up again. Another mistake that got covered by someone stronger than him.

He had finally sat up properly, but his head still hung low.

'Why am I always being protected by them. Why am I not strong enough to protect them? I've spent my whole life learning magic and how to fucking use it. What's stopping me?'

Donis was trying to achieve some sort of revelation, hoping that the answer might just come to him. No such luck arrived though. He still held onto the hope that the answer will just plop into his lap any day now, but he wouldn't bet his life on it.

He sat there mulling over his entire life. The decisions he made, the choices in skills, the view he's had on the world he's living in. Tears fell down his cheeks. His arm was gone, he nearly died, and he was still that weak little boy that got kidnapped.

He didn't know how to react right now. He wants to be calm, but the sensation of missing an arm threw him off. He kept replaying the battle in his head, finding all the things he could have done better, or made different decisions. The tears fell harder and harder, but he was no closer to any sort of answer.

Giving up on the thought after a while, Donis tried his luck at standing, and what did he know. It hurt. A lot. He had ran for his literal life, probably lost a lot of blood, and cast spells nonstop. He was exhausted and excusing his own excuses, felt like he deserved a break.

He walked slowly across the carpeted room. There was a table and a chair that he used to counterbalance himself as he made his way across. Still weary, he made it to the door, pushed it open, and saw that Striga and some unknown looking man was sitting with her talking leisurely about something that he couldn't make out.

Noticing the door opening, the blonde young man immediately stood up. He was a little shorter than Striga, and he was definitely outclassed by Strigas build and ferocious appearance. The man was thin, and weak looking to Donis, but he was covered in light pastel coloured garbs that ranged from cyan to off-white gold.

'A healer, definitely,' thought Donis.

The mans face was square but rounded out, with deep blue eyes and a weaker looking nose. He was a handsome man, definitely, but something threw Donis off about his look. He didn't get what, but it was definitely something.

”Ah sir, you shouldn't be awake nor should you be moving around, I say! But I must ask you, though. Are you feeling alright?” asked the blonde man with a far too much worry in his voice.

[Name: Hock Youblo]

[Age: 35]

[Level 33][22% EXP]

[Mana State: Essence]

[Health: 1,185]

[Mana: 2,110]

[Occupation: Healer of Baoruin]

[Strength: 22]

[Perception: 33]

[Agility: 15]

[Intelligence: 34]

[Title: Greedy, Healing Touch]

”H..hey,” was all that Donis was able to squeak out. His voice was strained and he found it surprisingly difficult to actually speak. His chest felt like it was caving in with every breath.

”Oh my god Donis you're awake! C'mere to me lad!” said Striga as she slapped the chair she was sitting on to the side of the room.