Chapter 1
The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos and desperation. Lucas clutched his wounded friend, Alaric, as he gasped for breath in his arms. The battle had raged for hours, and their forces were dwindling.
"Stay with me, Alaric," Lucas whispered, his voice trembling. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. In the midst of the turmoil, something stirred within him, a warmth that radiated from his chest.
Alaric's body twitched, and his shallow breaths grew steadier. Lucas opened his eyes in disbelief. The wound on Alaric's chest, which had been oozing blood just moments ago, was now closing. Alaric's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Lucas with wonder.
"Lucas, you... you healed me," he stammered.
Lucas could hardly believe it himself. He had always known he possessed a unique gift, but he had never used it in such a dire situation. It was as if a dormant power had awakened within him, responding to the urgency of the moment.
As the battle raged on around them, Lucas and Alaric stood up, ready to rejoin the fight. But before they could take a step, a group of cloaked figures approached. They emanated an aura of authority and power.
"You, with the healing touch," one of them said, "come with us. We have been searching for someone like you."
Lucas exchanged a worried glance with Alaric but knew he had no choice. He followed the cloaked figures, leaving the battlefield behind