"For she who walks with the light, she carries a duty unfathomable to those who misunderstand her worth."
~Tasmiya Shaik
VILLAGE OF EREVOR
Thursday
5:21a.m
Lady Calderia positioned her hand over the region of René's heart, and harnessed the magic of the healer that was suppressed within the orb. The two asharren females adorned in plain, plum purple wrap sarongs were seated on either side of the bed René rested on. They clasped her hand, and recited the ancient warcan chants of the Chitari tribe. The influx of the Narrak's power that infiltrated her defences gnawed at the protective layer of energy around her heart. Black strands of the creature's darkness attached itself to her orb and hungrily devoured the energy sourced from Kilia.
"This layer of magic around her heart..." Lady Calderia mumbled.
"It is very strong, my Lady," One of the asharren females commented.
