Ep.3 The Blight Queen

A Tale Of Doon

Julia descended with swift but controlled flight. She met the packed earth with her feet, drifted down onto one knee. The Djuani woman was still breathing, she’d seen movement through the haze in the sky above, knew life still remained despite the carnage of the scene from above. What had befallen this place was a mystery, one of a handful in recent days, but with a living soul in its wake perhaps answers would soon follow. The only trouble was that this being was fading fast.

Julia spoke a word, no response. “Hey!” She said louder, looking for signs of recognition but the elven woman did not answer. Julia frowned. She took her finger and uttered a quiet, “sorry. Wake up!” then jammed it in the wound. The bleeding woman came awake screaming and heaving for air before lulling into an uneasy sleep. The sound was a relief. There was not only life within her but energy enough to fight. Julia drew forth her knife and tore into the fabric around her wound. Much blood had spilled but the wound did not appear grisly. That the elf still breathed suggested nothing vital was hit. Given she’d been pierced through it was a miracle she’d survived, though she still stood the risk of a slow agonizing death had infection set in, and that only if she overcame the more immediate threat of blood loss.

Julia worked quickly, applying a salve, packing the wounds, binding her chest with a bandage with as much force as her light frame could muster. She drew forth a small vial from her pouch, gave it a look over as she considered its value, weighed the chances of this Djuani’s survival, and considered the sum total of the investment. She clutched it tightly in her fist and brought the ballad vessel to her lips, giving it a kiss. “I hope you’re worth it.” She uttered before pulling off the top and lifting her patient's head to drink. 

“Open,” She ordered loudly, forcing the rim of the vial along her lips to pry open her teeth. 

“Now drink, good. Swallow.” Julia watched as the Djuani did as she was told though full consciousness failed to return. The wind shifted, the heat of the nearby blaze and offending smoke washing their direction. Julia scanned the surrounding massacre, no life in sight, no threats to speak of. There was no more life here except for the two women, and it was far past time for them to leave.

“You’re going to be no help are you?” Julia queried. The Djuani did not reply. Julia let go a heavy sigh, braced herself for the effort, and did her best to scoop her patient into her arms.

“Just stay with me.” She told her, the conversation feeling awkwardly one sided, but she hoped she could hear for her sake. 

“Keep fighting.” And with that, Julia lifted from the ground and soared up into the air.

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