Miracles and Visions

A few hours after the alarm had been sounded, the fighting had died down, except for a few pockets of resistance. Varrelle wasn't sure what she was going to do at this point. She had just gotten ahold of herself, and now her grasp was slipping. Right now, all she wanted to do was sit down and cry a river. But other women were helping. Women she was sure had lost husbands and sons within the past few hours.
So she got up, dusted herself off, and tried to be objective. Alright, so there were now soldiers here. Of course that didn't mean that she was in trouble. She hadn't done anything to them. She had even assisted in the killing of 2 Siltinians. That's right. They had nothing on her.
Thus she bolstered up her courage and set out to help with the wounded. It was a fairly easy job, because first, she was good with herbs, and second, because she didn't have to fear that a loved one was going to appear in the growing pile, as other women did.
As she was searching to see where she could help, she saw a young soldier bending over another soldier.
Approaching him gently, she inquired, "Is he your brother?"
"No, but he's as close to me as one." the young man replied.
"Let me see how badly he's wounded." she demanded, picking up on the present tense that the young man had used.
"Oh my." this was extrordinary.
"What is it? Is he dead? Please don't say he's dead!" the young man cried
"No, not dead........." Varrelle rocked back on her heels. This was amazing. She knew him. Of course not formally, but he had been in one of her visions. She had had visions as far back as she could remember. It had only happened 4 times in her life, but they had happened at equal intervals in her life. No, that wasn't precisely true. She had actually been having them more frequently. She had had the first of her visions at the age of 5, or so her mother had told her. Her second, at the age of 9, her third, at the age of 13, and her most recent at the age of 16. So there had been a slight increase.
Anyway, the fact remained that he was one of her vision people. Before, if she had a vision about someone, they were to be important in her life, whether negativly or postitively. She had, for example, had a vision of the face of her future slave owner at the age of 13, and had no idea what it meant until 2 years later, after she was sold to him.
She had to go carefully. She couldn't rush this at all.
"What's his name?" she asked brusquely
"Nat."
"And you are......?"
"Dyl."
"Ohhhhhhh."
"If you can do somthing for him, please, do it quickly!" Dyl burst out, for the first time looking up into her face. "Why, you are the girl from the forest!"
"What? You must be joking. I haven't been in the forest at all recently!" she fibbed. She needed to figure out the situation at hand. Not explain her life story.
"Weeeeeeell......" Dyl said reluctantly. "Maybe you weren't. In any case, can you help my friend?"
She thought about it. Of course there was the fact that she needed to figure out how he impacted her life, and if what Dyl was saying was true, he HAD helped her out of a jam. OK, her mind was made up. She would do it.
"Where is he injured?" she asked quickly. By the looks of it, she didn't have long.
Dyl showed her a deep cut in his side, through which he was losing blood, and a strong blow to the head, along with deep gashes in his chest, looking to be made by a spear.
She didn't know if she could do it. He was already too weak. But she would try it.
"This is going to be difficult." she warned Dyl. "And it may hurt him. So stand by in case he comes to."
Dyl looked frightened, but nodded.
First she borrowed some herbs from a nearby woman. Then she began to crush them into a paste, and put them into his major wounds. After he showed no signes of living, she began to be worried. His pulse was far too slow to be a good sign. His breath was shallow, and weak. She knew that if something drastic didn't happen soon, he would die.
The thought of that scared her. Imensly. That couldn't happen. She needed to find out more about him, and how he would affect her.
Panic filled her mind, and then suddenly, the desire to heal him completely began to fill her. Seeming to start from her crown, down to her toes, a tingling started. Then, as fast and seemingly as powerful as lightning, she released the burning energy that seemed to be feeding on her life light.
As she let go of his arm, she saw his eyes flutter, and the scars and wounds vanishing from him.
Then she fainted from sheer exhaustion.

(written by guineagal. Way to go! splendid job!)