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Part IV: The Passion
I sat on the temple floor, looking at my blood-stained bandaged
chest. I had recovered much, thanks to Dynia, the Healer of Kiri-Jolith.
Ramona was lying across the room. She was still far from total recovery,
as she was badly wounded. I could see her still writhing in pain.
I sighed sadly to see her in such a sorrowful state. Crack was no
where to be seen. After all, he was only exhausted. Recovering much
faster than either of us, he had left to buy some food. I sighed
heavily again.
Suddenly, somebody tumbled onto me. I screamed in pain and rage.
Glaring at the person who fell onto me, I realised that she was
a cleric. I stared at the young girl. It was of no doubt that she
was only seventeen, and a new headstart in this world, just like
me four years ago. Unlike Ramona who has a mature look, she looked
youthful and sweet. Her pale, unscathed face showed her lack of
exposure to the world. She looked completely like a greenhorn, blur
and scared. Yet, there was something in her that struck my heart.
I sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.
'So sorry, mister. I'm new here. I don't even know what this place
is. Sorry.' The girl was apologising profusely. I smiled and shook
my head.
'It's alright. What's your name?'
'Flamie.' She replied fearfully.
'I'm Gil.' I introduced as I extended my hand. She shook it, and
beamed at me. She was sweet, I told myself. I was very shocked of
myself. So faithful was I to my Darklord that it never occurred
to me that I would be moved by another person. Now, a young lady
had entered my life, causing turmoil in my heart. I tried vainly
to shake myself out of the situation. I sighed in despair.
'Did I hurt you badly?' Flamie was all set to apologise again.
Alarmed, I hastily denied.
'No, no, I was hurt before that. You said you are new? Do you need
help? I'll show you the ropes, if you don't mind.' I began.
'You will??? Oh, great! Thanks a lot! When??? Now???' Flamie tugged
my arm enthusiastically. I winced in pain.
'Not now. After I recover, I'll help you.' I whispered.
'Alright. You need help? I know how to mend a bit of wounds.' She
asked eagerly. I smiled gingerly. I knew better that I would rather
trust a farmer to mend my wounds than trust an apprentice. Nevertheless,
I allowed her to dress my wounds. Perhaps I really had fallen for
her. Fortunately, her delicate hands were skilful.
'Right, just let me rest for a while more, and I should be able
to help you.' I told the young cleric. She nodded understandingly.
I sighed as I knew that this passion would deter my future improvements
a lot.
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