I dropped to my knees next to Dawn's body, just staring.
I was responsible for this. I had screwed up multiple times. I shouldn't have let her go here. I should not have let her come to this place. I should have trained her better.
I should not have tried to take out a major demon in close combat.
If I had simply blasted the demon from the start, she would still be alive.
Swallowing, I forced myself to look at her broken form. Both arms were clearly broken in multiple places. Her ribcage had...dents...in it. She wasn't breathing. I put my hand on her stomach, trying to heal her.
Nothing was happening.
I never figured out how to resurrect somebody. I know that White mana can technically do it, but I never was able to figure it out. I have tried it in the past.
My responsibility. I promised I would keep her safe.
I just felt empty.
I've had friends die on me before. Especially in The Others war. But this was different, it felt different.
Somebody touched my shoulder and I looked back to see Siviria backlit by the cocoon of still glowing but slowly cooling molten rock in the middle of the platform that covered what used to be a large demon.
"We need to go. We took out the immediate guards, but they got the alarm off. Reinforcements will be here in a few minutes." She said. Her armor was covered with blood, her blond hair matted with the red substance, clinging to her head. She had a wound on her left shoulder and one of her large daggers was missing.
I shook my head and turned back to Dawn "Let them come. I'm busy."
"Winter." somebody said and I frowned, glancing back again to see Garuk stand there next to the blood elf. He looked better than Siviria but then again, he went against Orcs, not a giant fucking demon.
"We should go. Pick the shaman up and let's move."
"She is dead." I said, turning away from him "I checked. She wont heal."
"A strong shaman is not dead until she stays dead. Give her a few moments to return to life, if the spirits are willing she might be able to. But she wont have those moments unless we move. Now, pick her up!" The large orc said before looking over his shoulder "Hurry!"
I stared at him for a moment before I stood up, lifting her with my mind. Resurrection...I forgot about that. She might still make it.
I just assumed that was game mechanics. Once more, I assumed things.
I so need to stop doing that!
"Kanyen?" I asked while looking around.
Garuk shook his head "Dead. Took an axe to the head... the best healer in the world can't heal that. His cat died avenging him."
Well, if I was there within seconds I might have been able to, but no promises about him being the same after, even then. It is too late now though.
"Do you have a plan?" I asked the orc.
Garuk nodded "We fight our way out."
"That's a horrible plan." I said flatly, looking at Dawn. Still nothing.
"Well, we are not doing that. We are flying out." I then added.
"If you failed to notice, we left our mounts a hours walk from the fortress." Siviria said as she glanced nervously back towards the portal leading out onto the platform where we were, fingering her remaining dagger.
There were sounds from there now. They were close.
I waved my hand, channeling a bit of red and blue mana, giving us all wings of fire. I gently picked Dawn up into my arms instead of floating her; I have never tried to lift something with my telekinesis before while flying.
Knowing my luck with floating myself, I'm not risking it.
"What is..." Siviria shivered before she looked back at her new wings, moving them "How did...what?"
"It's instinctive. Just fly." I said, spreading my wings and taking to the air in the direction of Thrallmar and where we left the windriders.
I looked back, seeing the other two take to the air behind me as red skinned orcs stormed onto the platform.
Turning forward I beat my wings again.
Moments later Dawn twitched in my arms, gasping for air, her breath rasping. I looked down, channeling black mana. Her soul was clinging to her body...she was there. Switching to blue I could see her magic working to try to heal her body.
It was too slow. She would die again from her wounds.
Yeah, that's not happening.
"Sorry Dawnie, I promised I would ask first but this is kind of needed." I said and then I absolutely flooded her with every ounce of white and green mana I had left in the strongest healing spell I ever tried.
Her ribs and bones crackled and crackled as she started to quickly heal "Come on, Dawnie. You can do this."
Minutes later she opened her eyes "W-winter..."
"Dawn..you are back. I thought I lost you..."I breathed, holding her tighter. I did not want to drop her now.
She closed her eyes again, passing out.
I quickly flickered between blue and black mana again. Her soul was still there, no active magic. She was just exhausted.
I started the glide down towards where we left the windriders as I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Dawn was alive.
Dawn would be fine.
I flapped my wings one last time before I landed, gently putting her down on the red rocky ground, taking off my cloak and folding it up, putting it beneath her head like a pillow.
As I heard the other two land behind me I waved my hand, canceling the enchantment.
Garuk looked behind himself as the wings disappeared "Summers is alive?" He asked as he spotted Dawn.
I nodded "She is. She came back during the flight and I finished the healing."
Siviria shivered as the wings faded away "That's some magic..."
I nodded "Quite useful."
Garuk growled "If you could throw that kind of magic around, we could have fought our way up! We could have killed the reinforcements on our way up. Kanyen might have made it out of there!"
"And in doing so I would have alerted every orc in the fortress and would have been out of mana by the time we got up there. Anything I have that is mana efficient takes too much room to be used indoors." I answered him as I sat down, leaning my back against a large rock "It was a stealth mission and I suck at illusions."
"I heard what you said to that demon." Siviria said "Was any of it it true?"
"Don't be silly. It was a intimidation tactic." I said as I shook my head, gently brushing Dawn's hair from her face.
A entire world didn't worship me like a god, not even everyone on the Westeros did. Hell, there were even people in King's Landing that had not converted by the time I left. Not many, granted, but there were some holdouts. All the power to them.
I estimate that not even a third of the total population had joined that ridiculous religion yet.
Siviria moved to sit down next to me "Mind healing my wound?" she asked and I blinked. She seemed friendly all of a sudden. None of that 'I am superior' attitude any more.
Interesting.
Some of my white and green mana had regenerated by now. Not much, but enough for a cut.
I nodded "Sure." and put my hand on her arm, healing the cut easily enough.
Siviria shuddered as I healed her "Mmmm...thank you." She breathed happily before she leaned back against the red rock behind her.
I stared at her for a moment before I simply shook my head and stroked Dawns hair softly.
Bloody great.
Now I am Blood Elf catnip.
AN// Many thanks to Cytokinesis for betaing this one.