OLIVER BRENNAN
the half-elf â attire â #CD884A
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Oliver knew something was off. He had never felt anything like how he did now whenever he healed anyone. The world around him seemed to blur as he solely focused on pushing his magic through his body and into Alex's. Exactly how his mother had taught him. 'We are simply a channel Oliver, guiding the magic to where we want it to be' He could hear her plainly in his mind. Elves, at least, Narthalarian Elves used the world's natural magic that already existed, manipulating it to their will. His mother had channeled this into healing others. But there was always a price, the magic teetered on a balance and it was not meant to be tipped. Yet, he felt like he was doing exactly that. Normally when healing, Oliver felt a rush of warm power flow through him and into another, this felt like lava in his veins. And for once Oliver felt a tugging sensation on himself too, like he was being slightly drained. It didn't make any sense, and it frightened him, but he refused to let go. Alex's skin was still cold to the touch under his fingertips. It never took this long. Why was it taking this long?
He was pulled out of his trance-like state when he felt another presence next to him, faint - like a whisper. Oliver turned his head slightly to the side noticing a rather translucent looking girl hovered over Alex, whispering to him. From the way she looked, Oliver deduced she must've been a ghost. It was then something clicked in him, as he remembered something his mother had taught him when he was younger. He was just a child at the time, maybe nine, and he set with his mother watching his grandma sleep in her bed, his face contorted in confusion.
"Mom, I don't understand. Can't we help her?" She kneeled down to his height clutching his cheeks in her hand. "Darling, we can't help them if they don't want our help" He pouted at her response, a fickle child he was. "I don't get it, you can help her feel better!" A look of pity passed over his mother's face and she smoothed a wild lock of curly red hair back in place. "You'll understand it one day, Dilthen ae".
With his hand still firmly pressed against Alex's chest he spoke frantically to the ghost girl. "Can you- Can you talk to him?" Oliver squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as if in thought, trying to decide exactly how to phrase his sentence. "I need you to tell him to accept it. I can't do anything if he doesn't let me. Do you understand? This won't work if he doesn't want to come back. Just tell him to find me, please where ever he is." He flicked his gaze back to the witch and took another deep breath as he continued to let the magic flow through him. Damnit Alex, just let me help you! He thought angrily.
He was pulled out of his trance-like state when he felt another presence next to him, faint - like a whisper. Oliver turned his head slightly to the side noticing a rather translucent looking girl hovered over Alex, whispering to him. From the way she looked, Oliver deduced she must've been a ghost. It was then something clicked in him, as he remembered something his mother had taught him when he was younger. He was just a child at the time, maybe nine, and he set with his mother watching his grandma sleep in her bed, his face contorted in confusion.
"Mom, I don't understand. Can't we help her?" She kneeled down to his height clutching his cheeks in her hand. "Darling, we can't help them if they don't want our help" He pouted at her response, a fickle child he was. "I don't get it, you can help her feel better!" A look of pity passed over his mother's face and she smoothed a wild lock of curly red hair back in place. "You'll understand it one day, Dilthen ae".
With his hand still firmly pressed against Alex's chest he spoke frantically to the ghost girl. "Can you- Can you talk to him?" Oliver squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as if in thought, trying to decide exactly how to phrase his sentence. "I need you to tell him to accept it. I can't do anything if he doesn't let me. Do you understand? This won't work if he doesn't want to come back. Just tell him to find me, please where ever he is." He flicked his gaze back to the witch and took another deep breath as he continued to let the magic flow through him. Damnit Alex, just let me help you! He thought angrily.