Birth of Healing

I woke up in a very uncomfortable bed of hay covered by animal felts. Nonetheless, I was still surprised that I was able to sleep. I was even drooling.

I only woke up when someone let out a horrified scream outside of the tent that I was staying. “THE CHIEF HAS BEEN STABBED!” I heard a guy say and a few footsteps were heard as they used in panic.

I let out an irritated sigh and rolled over to continue to sleep. So the chief has been stabbed. Apply a bandage on it! No need to announce it. This is the very reason why tw*tt*er was invented in my world. To avoid these attention seeking-

“AND THE CHALICE IS MISSING!

I blinked sleepily and turned my gaze to the direction of the voice. It was still too early that the sun wasn’t even up yet. But something about the announcement prodded me awake. It couldn’t be, right? I was probably hearing things. For years it has been in this place. No way would-

“I REPEAT. THE CHALICE IS MISSING!”