Lucan
A Sealladair is rare to find, but if a Gregaian household has either one or two, they're coupled with fortune and doom at the same time. I finally remembered where I saw her; she's betrothed to my snobbish older brother, Chasin.
"A bheil thu eòlach oirre, Draoidh?" (Are you acquainted with her, Wizard?) Kaoma asked in Cànan.
I slowly shook my head and stared at the woman's unconscious figure.
"Carson a dh 'iarr thu a' cheist sin?" (Why did you ask that question?)
His eyes suddenly turned frosty, she must've mentioned my true identity. He suddenly looks away and slowly touched her forehead.
"She'll wake up soon," I slowly patted his shoulder before I went out of my beloved Vasa.
The gray mountains of Dryasttroth stood lonely in the vibrant field of lavenders and wildflowers. The wind slowly lifted my hair from my pale cheek as I began my short walk around the field. Renfrew is one of our best choices where we can easily access water from the west part and wild crops on the south side, without revealing ourselves from our unseen enemies. I stared at the ravine and began to examine the water of the river below me. I slowly breathed before I picked three round stones and hastily walked back.
The wind began to howl as I walked briskly on the flat ground. The trees bend and swayed on the wind's violent touch, and I suddenly remembered the recurring dream that I had been experiencing since I was a child. I saw the face of the damned Vashta and his minions and a man who was glowing in warmth and power, it was a dream I never shared with my brothers except to my mother who was fond of me.
I slowly raised my brow when I spotted mathan dubh in the middle of the road. Its black beady eyes shone when he finally caught my scent. Mathan dubhs are the least of my worries until I saw an arrow buried on its side. I slowly placed the stones in my pocket and approached the creature.
"Are you a draoidh?" He asked as he began to sniff my face.
"I am," I said as I slowly examined the arrow on his flesh.
"The Olc are slowly growing in numbers, we need to stop them,"
I slowly patted his head and led him back to Vasa safely. His hide was tough enough to prevent him from losing so much blood and thankfully the arrow didn't damage his vital organs.
I slowly led him to the grassy part of the field and began to remove the arrow from his hide with one of my golden spoons. I slowly inserted the spoon inside his wound and created a huge mistake. I was confident that I'll be able to remove the arrowhead from his hide until he began to growl.
"Draoidh! It hurts,"
This isn't an ordinary arrow; mathan dubhs are invincible towards pain. If the arrow isn't too sharp to penetrate its tough hide, it can still inflict pain, which is odd.
"My apologies, I'm going to give you a strong dose of the potion that will help you ease your pain,"
I took out the weird-looking vial from my pouch and slowly opened its cap. Vampy gave it to me weeks before they left along with a weird-looking device that should be used for the potion. She said the pain was only temporary and was somehow similar to an ant bite. The "syringe" like what Vampy calls it seems inapplicable to my dear friend here, what am I going to do now?
"Draoidh, you seemed confused,"
I quickly placed the vial inside my pouch and took out the liquid infused with poppy flower and gave it to the mathan dubh. He slowly drank the contents until his head drooped on the ground. I resumed my work as I took out another spoon which was smaller than the first one and slowly inserted it into its hide. I stopped when I heard him groan in pain and resumed slowly until I successfully removed the arrowhead.
His wound quickly healed until the only thing that remained is a white scar which is a ghostly contrast to the arrowhead. I covered him with my coat and patted his head gently before I resumed my original routine.
I quickly picked up the last perfect circular rock and placed it along with the first three ones I picked up in a neat pile. I took out the chalk from my pocket and began to draw a circle with eight lines on its circumference. When I'm finally satisfied with my work, I took out the silver ring and stared at the bluestone on its center before I slipped it on my forefinger.
"I call upon the element of light,
Conceal our fright,
I call upon the spirit of the night,
Protect us as we sleep tight."
The ring glowed along with the circle as it began to cast a line into the sky. The light slowly moved and scattered into streaks of white light. The circle continued to glow as the light disappeared. I slowly made my way back to Vasa and stared at the sleeping mathan dubh. I clapped three times before Vasa transformed into a cozy little cottage before I entered. Kaoma is still beside her while he patiently wipes off the sweat from her forehead. I've already given her a potion to heal her wounds, should I inform Kaoma about Leda's rare ability? Or should I let him discover it for himself?
"Lucan, where you've been? Leda she's saying something but I couldn't understand it,"
Pain and worry are visible in his ice-blue eyes as he slowly massaged her hand while whispering words of encouragement.
"What have they've done to her?"
I slowly moved beside him and examined the sleeping woman. She was already showing those signs. She continued to sweat while silently whispering in a foreign tongue.
"Lucan do you have anything that can help her?"
I slowly shook my head and removed his hand from her head; Kaoma quickly reacted and almost punched me in the face.
"What are you doing?" He shouted at me. The water on the washbasin bubbled and hissed angrily.
"We can't help her, it's natural for her to experience that phase," But Kaoma was unmoved by what I said.
"Then enlighten me,"
I pointed at her neck and his gaze followed my finger.
"A Sealladair needs a crystal ball or a nullifying charm in order to prevent convulsions,"
He slowly stared at Leda and then back at me and whispered the words I was expecting to hear from him.
"I know,"
I can only give him a smile as I removed my ring from my finger and slowly slipped it on Leda's thumb. Her convulsions immediately stop and her breathing became stable.
Kaoma stared at me filled with curiosity and at my ring.
"Why do you have a nullifying charm?"
It was an innocent question coming from an elf whose family background had been adept at sorcery.
"Why do you think I have one?"
A Sealladair is rare to find and if a Gregaian family happens to have one or two, they're coupled with fortune and doomed at the same time. Sealladairs are seekers that fell into three categories; Ri teachd, the seeker of future, Fìrinn, the seeker of truth, and the third category is considered the rarest of them all.
"What kind of a Sealladair are you?"
I stared at Kaoma and smiled at him as I slowly tap my head.
"Comasach air inntinn, an adept of mind,"