Whilst
standing looking out over the mountains of her homeland she feels something in the air, something amiss,
turmoil and can’t put her hand to it.
Dressed in her long black mourning gown it is all her people see her in
any more. She has to let go of the past
and move on to survive and to help her people.
Looking up
to the heavens she whispers on thw wind “Send me a warrior for my people, to
help me keep peace in Kavala. They need
someone that can lead them. I do my best
but Bowen was the warrior King, But what
else is this unrest I am suddenly feeling?” she spoke aloud to whoever was
there. Then she heard footsteps. Turning she saw her Chief Commander Curacus
coming to her with a worried look on his face.
“My Queen, there are wounded soldiers at the
gate. They are wanting medical
assistance. What do you wish for me to
do my Queen?” He had long admired her
but her grief had been so strong no one would reach her. If only he could, but she was a Queen of
Kindness and Healing. He knew her answer
before she spoke it.
So this was
it that was so foreboding… Death at her doorstep! “Curacus!
By all means let them in and get them to the Infirmary immediately. I will gather the healers and be waiting
there for them. Post haste Curacus!” she
ordered. As he left she turned and went
to the stairwell that led down to the lower level where the healers and
apothecary had an infirmary with natural medications.
Asgardia
herself was a healer of great powers but it took a lot out of her. Her soul was broken. Half of it lay shriveled inside of her. But she never turned injured away no matter
of race, creed or species. Down in the
Infirmary she started giving directions to the healers and apothecary. They waited to see what had been found on
their doorsteps.
