Chapter 28

Looking as deep as she could, Myria could see how badly he had been hurt from the battle with Malamon. “Tom, you can’t give up! Please, for me, for us, if you really believe that you can get me out of here. The only problem I see is the fact that many have tried over the years,” she sighed, looking down. “No one has even come close to releasing me. I am afraid I will be here forever.”

Tom suddenly looked up, a little miffed. He couldn’t release her? The hell he couldn’t! “When I get out of here, I will find a way to release you. I love you, Myria. I WILL RELEASE YOU!”

Taken aback, Myria smiled a saddened smile. She hoped he could release her, but she didn’t have a lot of hope. She’d been so disappointed before and didn’t want to get her hopes up.

“I hope you can, Tom. I so hope you can. Please don’t stay here for long. You need to be out there to heal faster,” Myria begged of Tom.

As Myria drifted away, Tom, still miffed, began to claw and scratch his way to the surface. It was so tiring and difficult. The closer he got to the surface, the more the pain increased. Shit, it was getting intense. Almost there, the pain was almost unbearable. Opening his eyes, he let out a low moan, causing everyone in the house to rush to his side.

The king of the Centaurs, the leader of the sprites, the Queen of the Pixies, the Queen of the Fairies, and lastly the leader of the Brownies all yelled in joy when he opened his eyes. All excited at once, there was shouting as many healers moved forward, taking up positions and putting their energies at full. The pain began to fade slightly. He felt some of the injuries inside begin to heal, but there was still a lot wrong inside. However, he might have a chance now.

Fighting to stay awake, he knew the longer he was up, the longer and more they could heal.

Almost all the internal injuries were healed, and he actually felt better inside. Still, his vision was a little fuzzy, and his arm, shoulder, and both legs still wouldn’t respond. Though at least the pain was less. Finally, a half hour later, his vision started to clear. Many were smiling now, though Tom knew he had a long way to go. At least he’d live if he slept. Smiling at Talinda, he let the darkness take him. There were no dreams this time, and all he could think of was ways to free Myria. The next time he awoke, it was a week later. His shoulder was better, but his legs still throbbed badly. Hell, at least now he could move them with a lot of pain, but he could at least move them.

Trying to sit up, pain shot all up and down his spine. Crap, this sucked. His powers were only about half what they usually were. Trying to heal what he felt was wrong with his legs, he only felt the left starting to right itself, though the pain in the right was less. After 30 minutes, he felt the pain ease in his back. The left leg felt almost right, but his right was just starting to begin to adjust properly. Damn it! It was going to be a few more days before he’d even begin to be right. Sighing, he fell asleep under the watchful eyes of Talinda and a dozen other healers from numerous other races. Entering the mists, he felt for Myria. There was no sign of her, but he went deeper, looking for anything, even a glimmer of her energy. Finding that his energy was indeed stronger, he looked for a path she had left, but that had faded away outside of the mists in his mind. Sighing, he went up and opened his eyes. Talinda was there as she had been from the time he’d been brought in.