Divine Artifact

"LOCK HER UP!" "CATCH HER!" I run. A hound of men are chasing me through the forest. They want to kill me, trap me in the temple, force me to work? I don't know but none of them seem good. "CATCH THE HEALER!" I run fast but they are catching up. I trip over a tree stump and hit the floor with a crash. I hear them coming closer. I don't bother to move. I can't outrun them anyway. They grab me and everything goes blink. Later I woke up in a fancy room and comfortable bed. Something someone like me should never expect to even see in a lifetime. Everything seems to be made of glass, or gold. Even some diamonds. "Are you awake?" I jump. A man in fancy clothing is standing in front of me. Wait, I've seen him before. Dark brown golden hair that shines like the sun. Those red eyes. The Crown Prince. What the heck! "You seem to be in shock, My Lady. Don't worry. You're safe here." My Lady. What is he talking about? I'm a Rode. "You seem to be mistaken. I'm a Rode. You have the wrong person." He smirks. "A Rode that can heal? That seems to be an impossibility that I've never heard of." "I can do no such-" He wields a sword. "If I'm on the brink of death, I assume you'll help me?" I'm speechless. What? Is he serious? "What are you?-" Thankfully he only cuts his arm. "Unfortunately I cannot heal. So you will have to go to the temple to find a healer to help you. I'm not a Sequil, I'm a Rode." The wound that didn't seem so deep a few moments ago was now bleeding deeply. He was losing a lot of blood. I don't even know how he is able to still stand. "I won't force you to heal me if you don't wish to." The High priest has the ability to sense Divine power, so I'll eventually be found out anyway. I don't want to be known as the girl who killed The Crown Prince. I stand. I put my hands over his energy and I felt the warm hum of light. I see his wound start to clear away. In 4 seconds time his arm is back to the way it was, except the blood on the floor. He looks at me in surprise when I'm done. He already knew but I guess it was a sight to behold since healer Sequils are rare. "You are quite good at lying, Lerape." I'm shocked. How does this man know my name? "Is it okay to call the Holy Quitom so informally?" The what? The Oracal sent by God that there was a seed to be born called a Quitom. He thinks that's me? "I have the ability to heal, but I am not the Quitom-" "Long Black hair, dark as the night, but bright golden eyes that shine brighter than the sun, able to possess all holy abilities such as healing, and made to be named Lerape, heal, the seed of God has been born." That's me, but no, I'm a Rode, not any divine creature, I'm no seed of God. Am I?