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Meeting the enemy.

A slow glow began to build as it reacted to the energy of the stones. A rumbling laugh rose from the brigands throat as he put away the crystal.

"The elf is right! Oh leave the child Mariella, they will overlook it if we destroy this. The child probably worshiped the hag, so more the reason to leave him." The orc unhooked his hammer and swung hard on the stone. The hammer shook in his hand as a shimmer appeared around the altar. "Stubborn bitch. Never know when they are beat, those Forgotten."

After a few blows, the force defending the statue finally fell and the stone followed suit. As the stone fell, the very air seemed to drain of life. A pallor fell upon it that took the lushness out of the green. The elf was already climbing out of the clearing while the orc snorted at the change in scenery.

"Mariella, we are leaving." The mage did not move from where she sat over the child. A glow was coming from his flesh as bone shards were pulled carefully back into place.

"I will be with you shortly, orc." His nostrils flared at the tone she used.

"We are LEAVING, with or without you."

"The child WILL die if I leave him now. You wasted plenty of time chasing him down and now I need that same time to fix this." The mage said in a calm, level voice. A bead of sweat dripped from her chin as she continued to sculpt his body into something alive.

"You have half of an hour and then we are leaving. The life of a some peasant heretic does not concern us."

"Oh, It seemed to have concerned you enough to chase him through the mountains, but now that we have to HELP him," The light wavered as her emotions took over. Mariella tensed up as she focused her attention back to the task at hand. She spoke again, with a more restrained tone. "Half an hour would hardly be enough to keep him alive. I need more to set the bones and mend the muscles you broke."

"You have half an hour. Whether he survives or not after that, our gods have given their verdict." He turned and started the trek back, his deadline lingering in the air.

Mariella set to work, cutting corners where she never had before, in a desperate attempt to save this child. The orc may be a reckless, homicidal maniac that used brute force to get his position, but he was no liar. He would leave without her. And without the group, her own position would be in peril when she arrived late to the city. Vincent's body slowly began to resemble a human, but the magic ceased before the regeneration was complete. The mage checked the sky and noted the position of the sun. She would have to leave now to make it back to the group.

"I am sorry child, but you may now live." She pulled some food from her pack and placed it in front of his mangled hand. All the important bones were fixed, but his joints and extremities were only healed enough to allow proper blood flow. His jaw was off angle and his teeth had only partially grown back. His breathing was labored and his pain would never leave him, but he was still alive. She worried that he might curse her for this one day. That hate might fester in him for continuing his life this way. A wretched existence awaited when he awoke. She was out of time for that sort of thought. There was much ground between her and the convoy.

Several hours past as Vincent's body slowly came to terms with how his constrained lungs worked. He was thrust back into consciousness and immediately wished to go back. Pain . Every movement brought a fresh reminder of what happened while he was unconscious. His lungs felt like someone wrapped them in thorns everytime he tried to take a full breath. When he clenched his jaw to keep from screaming, its mangled state made itself known.

Vincent lay there in constant reflexive pain as he jerked to and fro.

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