Here we are again,still enjoying an overabundance of heat, but it’s better than snow. This week, the Tuesday Tales’ authors are writing to the prompt ANGRY. I’m continuing with The Bonds of Time, my fantasy.
“You’re right, sprite,” Meg answered, reverting to the pet name she’d given her years ago. “The Samantha Simms I know wouldn’t waste her time worrying about scars anyway.” She forced a laugh. “She would far prefer to concern herself with the mysteries of the past and the ruins of civilizations long gone.” Patting her free hand, her touch filled with pain-relieving magic, she continued. “I’ve called them, but cell service is erratic at best. I’ve left a message. At this time of day, they would be at the dig, but I’m sure they’ll call as soon as they can.”
When she’d contacted Garth at Keltoi Manor about Sam’s collapse and the subsequent accident, he’d told her about the guardian assigned to Sam’s human parents. The angel, as the humans called those of their kind, had been tortured, and his earthly body damaged beyond repair. Enoch was a good friend, and she couldn’t blame him for revealing secrets. Even an angel had his limits, and the magical torture used would’ve been excruciating. Once his spirit healed in Sanctuary, he would be given another body and a new assignment, but the torture inflicted on him would leave scars that would never disappear. As angry as she was about the attack, there was nothing she could do for her friend, and she had enough trouble of her own right now. Garth had sent one of the archangels, the fighters among her kind to watch her parents. It would take a master demon to destroy him.
She glanced at her charge, fighting the medication and trying to stay awake, and smiled.
“Now, close your eyes, sweetie, and let what the nurse has given you help you rest. You’ll need your strength before this is over.”
Samantha would be devastated when she learned that Bryanna, Naomi, and Elaine were gone. Since the princess knew nothing about the magic and mystery that surrounded her, Meg wouldn’t even be able to comfort her charge by telling her that they would return in time. The woman shrugged to ease the tight muscles in her neck and watched as the potion slowly took effect, not the drug that the nurse thought she’d given her but a remedy that would help her more than any sedative the humans had.
It had been many years since she’d used her abilities, but desperate times called for desperate actions. It had been a simple matter to use her abilities to exchange the syringe the nurse carried for one that would help. Sadly, she wasn’t one of the ophanim, the healers, like Astrid, and could only do so much.
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Living the Dream 