YOLOLY TOWER CHAPTER 2

The Aurbus hands were at work. His unmoving wings hummed softly with a supernatural energy. He spoke in whispered tones that echoed a thousand voices with him, as his hands prepared the healing balm for the "Fladea Easne", the Broken One. His thoughts were filled with her, her pain and the "Cha Mehe". His only concern, to bring her back to life and know of the truth as to why she was here.
He would not use the ceramic bowl for the healing water this time, but instead reached for the milky white agate bowl with its bands of grey blue and beautifully scattered translucent crystals. Reaching forward, he took the amber bottle of Helichrysum from off of the old, pitted dark wood shelf. Five drops slowly fell into the water, mixing its medicinal and intoxicating aroma into the bowl and surrounding the air around him.
The Aurbu leaned forward taking the folded, clean white linen cloth from off of the higher wooden shelf above, letting it fall open and then slowly began to dip it in and out of the bowl, careful not to splash out the medicinal liquid, mixing and soaking the oil into the cloth in the same motion.
"Cha Mehe!" the Aurbu stopped as he heard the screams. Closing his eyes he could see her... could feel her pain. He saw more than that also. His wings lifted and spread and began to hum louder as he saw her memories as if they were his own. He could feel the pain as the dagger struck her heart and his eyes saw the Cha Mehe glaring over her as she lay there. But more than that, he felt the hate that led to this attempted murderous act. When the screams subsided, his wings lowered as he felt the hopelessness and defeat move through her body, feeling the great pain in her heart and down through her arms. He lowered his head and closed his eyes. She truly was "the broken one".
"You are not alone Fladea Easne", the Aurbu softly spoke as he opened his eyes and continued with his task.
"You will live again", the Aurbu spoke with soft passion, and his eyes lit up like flames of fire as he continued working. "The things you did before you will do again, but you must rest. You will wield your sword again. You will be redeemed. I have seen the truth of your heart, seen it's kindness and fierceness. I have witnessed it. You will live again but you must rest".

As the Aurbu finished speaking, the "Broken One" fell into a deep and comforting sleep. He could not let her continue to bare the truth of her pain alone. Slowly lifting the bowl so as not to spill the healing water, the Aurbu turned toward the wall of the her room where she was resting. He slowly pushed the hidden stone door open. Walking through, he stood at the foot of her bed saddened at the site before him.
"Ilaa...", the "Broken One" began to whisper. "Ilaa", softly she called a name.

But the Aurbu knew. He could see his face as she could see it. Ilaa was staring at her intently, his brows furrowed in concern. Her Ilaa.
"No please stay. No stay Ilaa,"she repeated as a dense fog began to cover Ilaas face until she could see him no more.
"Micah... Micah..., the Aurbu whispered her real name, raising her consciousness. Letting her know that she was known here, but she did not move. Moving near her, he began his ministry of healing. Unwrapping the old bandages he softly and gently bathed her wounds with the healing water. He could feel the hurt and anger in her body along with the physical pain. But for right now he knew it was the anger that would light the life within her. She was a born warrior.
Micah's wounds were healing quickly. The bruises that were black were now turning blue and pink. The broken bones he knew would heal and be stronger than before. But it was her heart that worried him the most. It was not healing but beginning to turn black, and the blood that oozed from the wound was black as a ravens.