The New Reality continued...

She felt the blade slice cleanly through its flesh and felt the very minimal sorrow that she oddly felt at the death of an adversary. A sting of pain shot over her right shoulder, followed by a warm flow of blood.

She spun around, but the Latarrh was in fact dead. The wound it had inflicted on her shoulder had been its last, feeble act. She probed with her forefinger into the center of her wound, judging how deep it was. Not very. She hummed for a few seconds with her right hand over the wound; it glowed a faint blue as the wound began to heal.

As soon as the lips of the wound closed, she stopped, and went over to the dead slave man, Orion, he had said his name was. She held her right hand over him, as she had with her wound, and began to hum. But this was bringing someone back to life, not healing a simple wound. She began to sing, first softly, then more loudly. Orion began to stir before he gasped quickly and loudly, and sat up, glancing around. "I thought I was dead." Wolf was almost unable to hear him, he had spoken so quietly. "You were. But now you are back among the living, my friend."

Wolf walked over to the pack and pulled out a small silver flask and held it out to him. "Here. Drink this. It was made by someone you might meet once we get to my friends. Her name is Loomia, just so you know. She specializes in making potions, and this one brings the life back into the dead..." Orion's hand shook as he took the flask and took a big swallow. He gagged as it went down. "Unfortunately, it does have an aftertaste," she finished up quickly, chuckling.