V2 C13 A cage

A caped figure dashed through the night silently, leaving no foots trace on the slightly muddy ground. Her breathing was cold but light - the evening air making it chill - still perfectly adjusted to her speed.

Her eyes were constantly peeking at her surrounding, switching from a side to another in a flash; she seems to search for something.

'Another one there,' she thought, swiftly changing her straight path to the right. She continued to round the camp.

Even at this time, men were still working. A series of ditches were forming, one after the other, using the dirt as walls. Some soldiers were patrolling every here and there, their torches giving off their position. In groups of 10, they almost covered the entire area.

She had crossed them a few times already. None were good enough to see her. Unless they had an artifact, nobody under the Paladin level should see her. She wasn't even sure Paladins could detect her if she didn't enter their pressure zone. Not that she would actually test it out.

She abruptly came to a stop, frowning. She had returned to her initial position.

'The Paladin presence is everywhere.'

The entire perimeter was monitored - the ex-commander definitely wouldn't have escaped. And neither would she be able to - not without risks.

Reluctantly coming back to her tent, Emilie became apparent again, only resting for a few minutes before heading to the wounded soldiers' camps.

Each tent was occupied by 20 or so wounded soldiers - the strongest ones.

The chief darted at her, seemingly confused.

''Emilie from Cleppe, I've to finish recuperating my sacred energy.''

''Oh. Already?'' he wrote something on a paper.

A priest's sacred energy could somehow determine their importance on a battlefield. And if she guessed right, it would also determine her position in the next battle.

Though she didn't give her all, she'd be place at the center of the formation or in any other safe place - if they existed.

Beginning to heal some patients, she stopped at a grievously wound soldier.

Emilie examined her. Her respiration was restless, her face pale. She seemed to suffer; her clothes were bathed in blood. No spasms were coming out of her body nor had she a fever. Emilie frowned, this was a bad sign.

''Are you from the religions' alliance?'' the soldier suddenly asked her.

Emilie raised an eyebrow. The word 'religion' had been banned from the failed revolution.

''Please do not speak too much.''

''I was saying just in case. You never know. These madmen can be everywhere.''

Emilie glanced at her uniform - a sign of her link with the army. Three small golden stars were sowed on her shoulder.

'A strategist?'

She prepared to heal her. Whips of sacred energy formed in her energy center as she transforms impure energies into pure ones.

''Don't you worry: you won't waste your time, I'm still somewhat useful.''

''I'm sure you are and will be.'' Quickly checking with her energy, her wounds were even griever than what she thought. If her body was in lambs, her organs were dying. Even though her resilience was great, Emilie doubted she would actually be useful. Even speaking seemed hard to her.

Someone was probably backing her up.

"Better be careful.'

Emilie put her hand towards the soldier's heart.

''Hey! What are you doing?'' She asked with fear.

''Let me concentrate an instant, okay?'' Emilie said it as gently as she could.

She closes her eyes. Then filled some of her brain's zone with sacred energy. All of her senses but her vision and her hearing were closed.

Calmness filled her mind.

She slowly breathed, thinking out her next step.

She imagined it. She willed it. The sacred energy slowly amplifies her hearing. The latter heart's thumpings impregnated her mind.

She fixed herself to that rhythm, lashing out sacred energy at the most effective moment.

Passing through her veins, she began to use her sacred energy to guide the patient's pure energy.

Healing was like life. Some things were more important than others. Some peoples were to be preferred. She searches all around her body to the last drop of pure energy, gathering it all around the patient's energy center. She then began to divide it around her organs.

That was a classing healing strategy, albeit a skilled one; To nourish the principal zones and letting die the weakest.

During that time, her body had no secrets. She could see the spasms of the areas she stole the energy from. She could imagine it feel it, the distress they all felt. Death aura came - something Tenebre had taught her detecting. She heard it all. Devoid of energy, these spasms transformed into death rattles.

As the treatment was done, her chance of surviving increased.

She let out a feeble ''Thanks.'' between 2 gasps

''Doing more would be useless. I wish you luck.''

She began treating others. Then, considering she had done enough, she left.