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[color=00aeef]"Ah, a wound on the soul."[/color] Hale said, finally realizing what has happened. It was rare to see phantoms wield weapons, or in this case a wraith, but it wasn't entirely impossible. Spirit swords, something Hale hasn't been able to figure out yet. She didn't know how to make one but she at least knew how it worked. And how impossible it is to heal with simple magic. Good thing one can block them if they had armor or weapons. It's truly something to be feared. [color=00aeef]"I'd be more careful around those if I were you. Those wounds cannot be healed through simple healing magic."[/color] She warned the fairie.

[color=00aeef]"Are you perhaps, a warrior of the kingdom?"[/color] Well Aurora certainly didn't look like a civilian with those weapons she brought in. Hale merely wanted to make sure. It was quite worrying to have on inside but she always did take in soldiers from both sides to heal them even if it posed great danger to the elf. Oh, it brought back memories of a young male soldier from the Kingdom of Darkness. He was quite the energetic young man, loyal too, and yet always found himself on the bed. One could say that he was a constant patient thanks to his recklessness.

He died one day, on the same bed he usually found himself. A wound too grave, or rather, she was too late to save him. It was quite a shame. Hale's gaze turned to the door that led towards the 'Dark' infirmary. It was as if she saw right through it and to the other side of the border. There was a grave there, dedicated to that dead young soldier. She suddenly had a sad smile. She never got attached to any of the patients but having him around was such a constant thing, that it actually made her a little sad that he won't be there anymore.