The Healers of Eleer

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“She was never crazy.
She just never let her heart settle in a cage.
She was born wild,
and sometimes we need people like her.
For it’s the horrors in her heart
which cause the flames in ours.
And she was always willing
to burn for everything she has ever loved.”

There is a tale
Of a woman whose mere touch
Could remove all pain, fear and desire
So one moonless eve
those who had rescued and raised her
Since she was a babe
Had come to an agreement
That for the good of the people
She must be held

So bound she was
By rope about her wrists
And pulled through a dark wood
“Please, where are you taking me?”
But no answer was given
Before long they had arrived
A small cozy cottage in the heart of the forest

It is there, chained to the hearthstone
That he found her
He’d been a guest at the castle and overheard
The tale of a lass
With the magical power of healing touch
“Anything that ails you, body or mind,
Is soothed by the laying on of her hands.”

At these words the stranger listened intently
And his furry rose higher with each word spoken
“Oh, aye, and there’s healing power in the rest of her
Too! Ye ken?”
The men merrily chugged the rest of the ale
With hardy slaps on the back and nudges
“Perhaps we should pay her a visit this eve!
I’ve got some pain needs attending!”

It was then the stranger joined them
With another flagon of ale
Hours later he had the knowledge he needed
He left them inebriated
Slurring their boasts
And drooling on the tables

As he approached the cottage
He heard a commotion from inside
Carefully he peered into the window
There he watched as a grand noble woman
Stood over a cowering figure
Her pitiless gaze was piercing
“I don’t know why he’d come here to see you.
You’re such a pathetically weak creature!”

The girl was on her knees before the furious woman
Hands raised in supplication
“Mistress, please allow me to take your hands.
Let me ease whatever it is ails you.”
As he saw the woman’s arm raise he jumped into action
And ran around the cottage to the door
He heard the blow and the girl crumple to the floor
“You will not touch me you filth!
You are nothing but a chained whore
and I will make certain
You remain so until your death!”

At that moment the man crashed through the door
Before the startled woman could regain her composure
He grabbed her by the neck
Heaving her outside
He shouted, “you will not strike the princess of Eleer again woman!
I suggest you leave at once before my soldiers take you captive.”
At that the woman fled

My lady?
The girls eyes fluttered open
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had a guest
She hurried to her feet
As she pushed thick blonde hair away from her face
He saw the bruise beginning to swell on her cheekbone
But he also spotted the mark of the sun above her right eye
He is momentarily shocked into silence
And could only watch as she began to make tea

“What ails you sir?” She said as she sat and motioned for him to do the same
“Whatever it is, come sip this tea and open your heart to me and when I take your hands you will feel completely at peace.”
What her visitors didn’t realize is when they place their hands in hers
All their pain became hers
As if it had been hers all along
Every night she awakened from nightmares
Of lives and pain she had never actually endured

“Well, you see…I hail from an ancient land across the seas
And my love was stolen from me.”
He watched as she swirled the tea leaves in her glass
She still had not looked him in the eyes
“She was only a babe at the time of her capture.”
A frown had formed between her eyes
“How can your love have been a babe?”
“In my land she and I have lived many lives together.
Neither of us is complete without the other
And in this life she was stolen just after birth
I’ve spent this life searching for her.”

At this she finally raised her eyes to meet his
“Hello Princess Elora.”
He said as he gently took her hands into his own
“Gabriel? Oh! I remember now. They took me!
They stole me for the power of our people!”
Warmth was spreading from his fingers to hers
It stretched over her hands and up her arms
“Yes, my love, and how you have suffered!”
She felt the calm as all the pain she has taken over a lifetime
Was being pulled to mingle and twist with his own pain
And it was there, in that moment, that they healed one another
As only they could
And began anew.

-LM Jones
(Quote: r. m. Drake)

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