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   I remember the first time I used my gift. I remember I was walking down to the market. I had made some money from doing work for an old man in the neighborhood, and was going to buy a new coat for the winter that lay ahead. As I walked down a path through the woods I saw a bird lying on the ground. It's wing was broken and sticking out of it. I ,who had recently figured out about my gift ,decided to use it. 

   I stood above the bird and held out my hand.   "Heal", I said. 

Nothing. 

I repeated this multiple times but it didn't work. I picked up the bird, bandaged it's wing up, and brought it to my home. That night I tried again and again to figure out how this gift worked. Eventually I figured out that imagining is the key. You needed to picture what it was that you were healing. So I closed my eyes held out my hand and said, "Heal this birds wing!" 

  As I did this I pictured it's other wing put flipped. Then the bone which had been sticking out seemed to have vanished and skin and feathers appeared where the wound was. The process took about 8 minutes. 

  After this I decided it was time for it to fly. I brought the bird to the roof of my home. I would set him free. Before I let it go I said one last thing to it, "Fly High My Friend." And just like that I let him go off the roof. I had threw him in the air so he could fly higher. From this height he dived. It was a beautiful sight. But he never came back up.

  I eventually went down to the ground to see if he had just been perched somewhere. When I got down there I looked in horror as he had become a mess of bones skin and feathers. 

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  "I can't fix such an injury", I said to the man looking up to make eye contact with him. 

   "Whatcha mean ya can't fix it, you're a healer ain'tcha?" he said in his harsh voice.

   "I'm afraid I have to know what the injury is. As you can see blood is just spilling out of  orifices. I could take a guess as to what the problem here is, but if I am incorrect and do the wrong kind of healing... well your friend will be dead". The man didn't seem to like my response.

   "I though ya'll nobles were s'posed to be smart or something. It's clear the whole body has been fried from the inside." The man was clearly stressed because his friend was dying but the way he stated this made it sound as if it was a common occurrence.

  "You believe everything is fried...sir?", I asked. I had felt rather nauseous. 

  "Well mostly everything, that's how a cluster works?" The man sounded as if he was confused. 

  As he spoke multiple coughs, no gasps, were heard from below us. The woman was dying.

  "So I just need to heal everything at once, right? I can do that!", I tell myself.

   I leaned over the woman. I put my hand to her chest, which I had noticed was unusually flat, and I started the incantation. "For thy wounds are deep but soul is deeper, death is near but so is life. Restore that which was here, restore that which should be here, and restore thy health." As I spoke I picture the inner workings of the body. The lungs, the heart, the brain, the veins, everything which would have been damaged. Each and every cell that made up a human being. All of it was in my head, I thought at mach a million. My brain had to process so much information that it stopped working multiple times but I regenerated it just as fast. Regenerating costed me energy, but I could regenerate that to. My body had become a piece of technology that was a cycle of infinite energy supplying itself, and this woman in front of me. 

After 1 minute of this the woman had stopped bleeding. 

  I fell backwards. "She'll be fine" I said, and then everything faded to black. I had passed out. Now it seems like it should be impossible for me to black out because I can hypothetically supply myself with an infinite amount of energy. While this is true there is one more factor to the healing technique. Your being. Your being or state of self is a small part hidden somewhere in your body. Personally mine is in my chest parallel to my heart. It's almost like an organ. This is where the gift comes from. This little organ like thing is kind of like a 'meter' of energy which can be used for keeping you alive. So if my head got cut off or an important organ was destroyed I could still probably survive since this little thing could supply me with life-force until l can fix whatever is threatening my life. But this meter isn't all that easy to drain while healing others. But since I had to heal a whole body at once as well as regenerate my brain earlier that day, well I wasn't going to be able to live for any longer. So instead of dying my body put me into a death-like state where I use almost no resources while the meter regenerates. My body completely freezes to the point where cellular respiration even stops.  This bodily-function is actually able to be done by the weakest of healers, but it's not always possible. You see some injuries are to much for the amount of life-force you have left. And no one can accurately tell how much life force they have left at any given moment so your not exactly invincible. 

   The next thing I remembered was waking up. I had opened my eyes to see the sky. It was a blueish color. As I stood up I looked around to see lying around me were, well I think they were people. They seemed like mummified corpses. As I looked down I had realized my clothes had been taken. I now wore a white gown. There was also markings on my arm. The markings were written in a demon language. I believe they said something along the lines of "bless the dead for they are the living," whatever that meant. As I looked behind me I saw a young boy. He was dressed in a very unflattering manner. His clothes had stains and holes in them. Other than his clothes he looked unusually clean.

   "So it's you." The way the boy spoke was unsettling. 

   "What do you mean by that?" I asked. 

   "I am to bring you to the village at once", after saying this he began to walk away at a rather fast pace.

   "Wait, could you explain what's happening and where we are first?" I asked as I looked at my surroundings.

  The boy didn't stop. I decided it was best to follow him. I took one last look around. I was in a field of well kept corpses.

   "Wait up," I said as I ran after him. I was careful not to step on any bodies.