Healing magic

After I pulled myself into the car, I saw a second person sitting there. Judging by the looks of him, he is at most 18 years old, but I can't pinpoint it exactly because he has his arms wrapped around his head.

I ignored him for the time being and looked for a suitable place to sit, not that the choice was too good as the seat cushions were only partly there,

when I found one, I stowed my old brown leather suitcase filled with the few things we were allowed to take with us under the seat.

After a short while later when I was already sitting, the stranger opposite me started to look up, his face was red from all the tears he had probably shed in the last few minutes. that was easy to recognize because his green top was still wet in some places, even his brown pants have seen better days. few moments later I noticed the long pointed ears sticking out from under his brown hair. Maybe I had stared at them too long because he tried to cover them up with his hands.

Ah, I'm sorry, it's the first time I've ever seen an elf,

I said apologetically, trying to look away from his ears

How old are you?

I asked

16 And you ? he answered

17 I replied

Will you shut the fuck up!

Did it come back annoyed by the driver. We both flinched and stopped talking out of reflex. A grin crept up on our faces.

Soon after we stopped and our driver got out,

What's your name?

Elm and you?

Alreon you can call me Al.

Before I can ask any further, the old driver came back and behind him a new passenger.

Get in!

said the driver annoyed.

The newcomer looked suprised at the chauffeur.

Don't look so retarded and get your animal ass inside,

hesitantly he climbed into the truck

And after he had stowed his luggage he sat down on one of the seats at the end of the car.

What's wrong with him?

He asked and looked in our direction, we both shrugged our shoulders and Elm made a movement with his finger next to his head which means that the driver is crazy.

The newcomer is a beastkin easy to recognise by the cat ears and fur he has in some places, it's not the first time I've seen one of them, because one of my best friends was one.

The engine started humming underneath us again and we started to drive on, but we didn't

go for long, about 5 minutes later our van stopped and the driver's door was ripped open.

a few seconds later we heard him shout:

Get in!

shortly after 6 humans and 2 elves got in, before the two long-ears could sit down, the car moved forward jerkily and the elv who could not hold on in time slipped and hit his face against one of the steel walls. In the rear view mirror you could see the driver grinning.

Worried, his companion looked down on the injured man as he raised his head and blood ran down from a wound on his forehead,

That racist dog... He's already done that shit to me.

Whispered Elm angrily, with a gesture of his hand he indicated to the injured man that he should sit down next to him, when he did so Elm began to glow white from his index finger, after that he drew a symbol on his other hand with a trace of light,

he moved it in the direction of the wound of the other man, he jerked briefly as the injury began to close within seconds, in surprise the stranger touched the previous injury but only blood is left of the former wound. It didn't seem to be easy, though, because during the procedure, drops of sweat began to form on Elm's face,

the stranger nodded to Elm with thanks and he only smiled back. When after a few hours nothing more happened I started to close my eyes and tried to sleep.