Kamaria stared at him, stunned by his words. вЂњYou are so beautiful,вЂќ he whispered just before his hand dropped back to the bed and he slipped back into unconsciousness. Slowly, he lifted his hand and tentatively stroked her face. She had never looked into eyes as captivating as his before вЂ“ they told her of the bridled power that he possessed вЂ“ power that he wasnвЂ™t even aware that he had. She paused, hovering above him when her silver eyes met with his golden brown. Kamaria did not let him go until he calmed down completely. Not just because he was the one the prophecy spoke of, the one she had been waiting for almost half of her life but also because in the three days that she had known and cared for him, heвЂ™d come to mean something more to her вЂ“ heвЂ™d stirred feelings in her that she had thought were long dead. She meant it with every fibre of her being because he was important to her. вЂњYou promise?вЂќ He asked, the agitation easing slowly out of his voice. вЂњThe monsters are not coming and even if they do come, I will protect you.вЂќ She said and as an afterthought, she added, вЂњI promise.вЂќ She pressed herself so tightly against him so that her warmth could calm him. Not knowing what else to do or how else to help him, Kamaria flung herself on top of him and embraced him. At this rate, he would tear open the stitches she had made over his wound. He began to thrash violently on the bed as if he was about to have a seizure. вЂњThey are not coming those monsters will never find you here.вЂќ But her words did not calm him down rather the mere mention of monsters made him even more agitated. вЂњNo, no,вЂќ she said softly almost as if she was cooing to a baby. So, why had they kept him alive? Surely, they must have known that he was the key to their destruction. But they must have known who he was, his aura was so glaring that even a blind person could see it. This was what the hunters did, they broke people, destroyed them from the inside out. Kamaria felt a pang of pain and sorrow within her. вЂњThe monstersвЂ¦ they are coming for meвЂ¦ they areвЂ¦вЂќ he couldnвЂ™t finish his sentences as tears welled up in his eyes and the veins around his throat strained from the amount of pain he was trying to withhold. Suddenly, his expression changed вЂ“ fear and panic darkened his eyes. He was still so weak but the smile brightened up his face. вЂњAs far as I know, dead men do not speak,вЂќ she replied and he smiled. вЂњAm I dead?вЂќ The question caught Kamaria off guard for a second and then she chuckled. She hadnвЂ™t encountered many humans in her lifetime but the few she had were rude and ungrateful, to say the least. вЂњThank you,вЂќ he said after he had drunk as much as his stomach could take, which wasnвЂ™t very much. She pressed the clay mug to his lips and gently lifted his head slightly to allow the cool water seep easily down his throat. вЂњOf course.вЂќ Kamaria got to her feet to bring him a cup of water. вЂњWaвЂ¦ Water,вЂќ He sounded groggy just like a man who had been asleep for three days would. вЂњDo not try to get up just yet, your head would hurt too much.вЂќ He obeyed her and lay back on the bed, looking at her through clouded albeit curious eyes. вЂњYou are awake,вЂќ she said softly and when he tried to get up from her bed of feathers, she gently pressed him back. Even now, the poison still lay dormant inside his body.

Kamaria had had to harness deeply into EarthвЂ™s Magic to stop the poison from reaching his heart.

Demon poison had spread rapidly from his wound to various vital parts of this body. It had been three days since she brought him into her home in the Realm of the Elements.

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