CHAPTER 13 – Knight duty (2)

Someone comes from behind, coughing.

"Hey, Aarush, brother, I think you broke my rib. And Scelesthe? What the fuck is that, Scelestha?" the-guy-whom-I-had-hurt says.

"Oh yeah, I-I'm really sorry. I thought you were danger. Stranger-danger. Anyways, I have a friend who can heal people. He is a dragon and all, you powered-individuals should know what it is. So he can heal you, no worries," I say.

No one replies, and I feel awkward.

"Um… you really don't know what a dragon is? Well, they can heal, so…" I shrug. "All you need to know."

"No wait, you are friends with a white dragon?" Scelesthe asks.

"What's a white dragon?" I ask.

"You said a dragon which could heal…" Scelesthe points.

"Um… yeah… that doesn't explain how me should know what a white dragon is," I say.

Scelesthe laughs, and then clears her throat.

"Well, so you know what a dragon is… but not what a white dragon is?" the-guy-whom-I-had-hurt asks.

"Well… never really meant to pry in his matter. Anyways, not the point. Just come with me. You may have to open your shirt, but he may fall in love with you," I laugh.

"You sound suspicious," strong-guy-who-had-thrown-the-werewolf-creature says.

"Okay, sure, but he could be bleeding, so can we just…?" little-girl-with-magic says.

"I'm not bleeding, Psyand," the-guy-whom-I-had-hurt sighs. "And I don't really need help with healing. Someone else has a bigger need for it."

"Who?" I look around.

"Let's get some introduction done," Scelesthe says.

I get taken by this bunch, to another apartment room, where I meet the other two of this bunch.

"Psyand," little-girl-with-magic introduces herself, removing her mask and showing her cute little face.

"Wait, are we already showing him our face, who is he?" a lady asks, and covers Psyand's face.

"That is Psyand's mother. And it really is fine mother, he is… one of us," Scelesthe says.

Psyand's mother slowly removes her hand from Psyand's face.

"I'm Wrap," the-guy-who-was-with-the-lady-in-the-room says.

"I… am Rusk," the-guy-whom-I-had-hurt says.

"Finally accepted your fate, Rusk?" Psyand asks.

Rusk groans. "Anyways… that one is Scelestha, not -the. Beyond me, of why she introduced herself that way to you."

"Well, that is my real name, Scelesthe," Scelesthe says.

"And… Scelestha is the best fake name you came up with?" Rusk scoffs.

"Oh you guys were using fake names? Didn't at ALL seem obvious," I laugh.

"Right!" Wrap laughs along.

"Lost-Bird, you are staying silent again," Rusk says, looking at strong-guy-who-had-thrown-the-werewolf-creature.

"Yeah so, that's MY name, I guess," strong-guy-who-had-thrown-the-werewolf-creature says.

"Interesting name. Myself Forcerer," I introduce.

"Dude, we already know your-" Rusk says.

"-tha-tha-tha-tha, that stays between us," I shush him.

"Alright… sure," Rusk says, weirdly.

"So who is the one who needs… help?" I ask.

Everyone, except Psyand and her mother, take me into another room, to a bed with a… corpse-like-girl lying there. Her body was pretty ripped, not in the gym way though.

"Is she even…?"

"Yeah, that thing around her has put her in a hibernation state," Scelesthe says.

"I don't know if someone can even heal someone in such a state," I say, with pity.

"Could we see what your friend has to say though?" Rusk asks.

I nod and go get my roommate, whom I barely say much too, just that someone was in a pretty bad state.

He sits besides the bed of the corpse-like-girl.

"You see, I'm no white dragon," my roommate says. "But I can only heal her to an extent, without losing my mind."

"What do you mean by: losing your mind?" I ask.

"White dragons are holy beings, you see. They share the pain others feel, and help them heal. Aches and bruises are fine, but blood… it is hard for them to bear too much weight that way," my roommate says.

"She doesn't seem to have blood though…" Lost-Bird points.

"Clearly doesn't," my roommate laughs.

"And you don't find that weird…?" Scelesthe asks.

"He doesn't either," I say.

"Excuse me?" Scelesthe says.

"Well, my body has other means of… blood replacement, for blood function," my roommate says. "Alright, I must be creeping y'all out, and you don't even know me. Myself Feather."

Feather gets up and shakes everyone's hand, and knows their names too.

"You see, it is not a weird thing for dragons, especially. But I don't see a gem on her ripped chest. Unless if she was ripped of it, in which case she'd probably be dead, than be alive in this state," Feather explains.

"She isn't…" Scelesthe says.

"Yes… yet she is something. Something special. The blood-replacement on my body is this magical energy, something similar to what white dragons use, to heal people. So hence, I can use my blood to heal people too."

"Wouldn't that hurt you?" Rusk asks.

"Definitely would. But, a dragon has better healing power. Way better. So I'll just need some time to heal," Feather says. "Yet, I haven't exactly mastered the healing, so it'll be hard for me to just heal her."

Feather looks at the corpse-like-girl.

"What is HER name?"

"She liked to be called as Witch," Scelesthe says.

"Hmm, wonderful name…" Feather says. "This seems like some membrane of sorts. Shall it be fine to operate on her, this way?"

"Well, yes," Wrap says. "Just not harshly."

Feather laughs, "it'll only be a feather-touch."

Feather grows a claw on his index finger, and cuts the palm of his other hand. As something blue-ish oozes out, he lightly places it against Witch, and concentrates. Light seems to ooze out of his palm, and flow as a controlled fluid, covering Witch, flowing all around her.

I knowingly, go and catch Feather's light-body, as he almost faints and falls.

"Could you please get him something to drink?" I ask the others.

I carry Feather into the hall, and make him sit on the couch. Psyand gets him a glass of juice, which Feather drinks.

"Thank you, you are a lovely kid," Feather smiles.

"Thank YOU, for…" Scelesthe says.

"I have merely helped her by a few decimals. For that to completely work on her, she'd need ages. As I said, the power is good enough on aches, but such a ripped body… can't just come together and moreover form-up, easily."

"Dear Feather, could maybe not…" Psyand's mother dryly laughs. I look at her, and she bops her head towards Psyand.

"Oh… apologies. I think she is a strong kid, and won't be tampered by that," Feather says.

"I know Witch is hurt bad… as long as she can be fine, I'll be fine, Ma," Psyand says.

Psyand's mother just smiles dryly.

"Are you feeling alright?" I ask Feather.

"Yes, better. Thank you," Feather says. "A knight's duty requires a little overdoing."

"Mr. Feather, what are your powers?" Psyand asks. "Mr. Forcerer can slash air…"

"That is not slashing air," I sigh.

"Creating some kind of vibrations," Lost-Bird says.

"Oh no," Feather says.

"Definitely not!" I say. "It is something else. I call it Forcery. I can make an arc and upto a circle, and force it out, and send things flying."

"He hates when someone calls it vibrations," Feather says.

"Well, seems like vibrations to me," Scelesthe grins.

"True," Psyand says.

"It is sensible to say so," Psyand's mother says.

"Definite definition of vibration," Lost-Bird and Wrap says.

Rusk sighs. "You are already welcomed into the team."

"Got you a friend, Rusk," Psyand says.

"You don't have to be alone anymore, Rusk," Scelesthe says.

"You seem happy, Rusk," Psyand's mother says.

"Okay, okay, alright. Just," Rusk face-palms and sighs.

"So you both were helped by this TBC?" Psyand's mother asks, after laughing lightly.

"Well, I helped him," I say, pointing at Feather. "You know this Saturn Organisation? And that Werewolf-creature from before? They all are here for Feather. I rescued him from them, and… we are basically on the run."

"Anyways, I think we should be moving out, for that reason," Feather says.

"Yeah," I sigh.

"No but… I thought they are here for Witch," Scelesthe says. "You see… they have been behind her for a long time now. That creature you saw… it and its other similar friends did that to her."

"But…" I say.

"Healing isn't the only thing I can do," Feather says. "You see, that… aura. It powers dragons. It is their power source. So… Saturn Organisation wants to get their hand on me, because of that. As they know."

Everyone stays silent, figuring who exactly the Werewolf-creature was against.

"They are here for all of it," I say.

"We need to move out irrespectively," Rusk says. "All the powered-individuals…"

"At one place… we need to move out before they know about it completely," Scelesthe sighs.

"Agreed. But it is literally 01:00 A.M.,…" Feather points.

"First thing tomorrow morning," Rusk says.

"We shall leave too," I say.

"Like…" Scelesthe says, bending her head, but doesn't complete her sentence. I act like I didn't hear her.

"Well, if nothing else to say then…" I say, with expecting eyes, but yet nothing.

Feather and I walk out of the room, and towards ours.

"Good meet-up with your crush?" Feather asks.

"We both know it sucked," I scoff.

"Then you should just have told her to tag along. And check if she wanted to," Feather says. "Clearly she wanted to ask too, but didn't. At least she tried!"

"Alright, alright. But just…"

"What, too soon? Even after first date."

"Wasn't a date."

"Clearly was. Don't give me the, officiating thing," Feather sighs. "Some things in life Aarush… don't come with an invitation. Doesn't mean they are of less importance."

"Clearly we have a Saturn problem here. So no need of a satire."

Feather gets silent, and I say nothing too.