The Healer

'Another village burned to the ground,' Lucas thought as he walked along what used to be a street where he saw children running around. 'I have to do something about this. I know that it is my destiny to overthrow King Hurom. But right now, what I need is..' There was someone standing there, a cloaked figure, holding a staff. Looking closely, he saw that it was no ordinary staff, he's read about it in an ancient book; the staff of the greatest healer known to mankind, said to have been passed down to the greatest healers in each generation. "Please," he went near the cloaked figure, "I need a healer, will you join me in my quest?" No reply. He went closer, it was a girl, tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at the corpses of what seemed like a mother trying to save her children from the attack. "I cannot do anything to save these people," she said mournfully. "I believe you can," he said. His eyes fixated on her staff. He was certain that it was the Staff of the Fallen Angel. "It is my destiny to save this land," he stretched his hand towards her, "Come join me." She looked at him and very slowly reached for his outstreched hand. Their hands touched, he smiled. There was hope, he thought. "Now we need a mage."