Book II

Drax cleared his throat. “I am used to healing Ayla, and I wouldn’t mind taking care of her. As for your mana, I have a few potions left.” He took one out of his pocket and offered it to Milton.

The Fire Mage drank it before returning the empty vial to Drax. “Thank you! How about I heal Ayla, and you go look for some magical plants? You know this kingdom better than I do.”

Drax looked at Ayla. “If you need me, let me know. She has been my best friend since we were children.”

Rhobart nodded. “I will. Take Droyn with you. He has some knowledge about magic herbs.” Drax opened the door. “Be careful,” Rhobart said as the Water Mage left the cabin.

Rhobart undid Ayla’s cloak, revealing her bare arms. Milton inhaled sharply. “What the fuck?” the Fire Mage said.

The previous night, under the dim light coming from the Moon, Milton didn’t notice the extent of the damage inflicted on Ayla. Her upper arms and shoulders were black from all the beating she received. The bruises on her lower arms we