Master Of None

"He's just some kid who wandered in to the village. Just send him to clean with the other orphans thrown at us and we will see if it's worth the time to teach home when he finds his system." The priest in charge of the small chapel gave the order without even looking at the ragged boy who walked in. The nun shook her head and did as she was told, she had much more to worry about than yet another mouth to feed.

The small monster outbreak had caused a lot of trouble in the area. It was normal for mossy wolves to act up in the spring season but the number of them had increased to dangerous levels. Three villages had already been lost to them. Now there were too many people to feed and even more to heal. The small chapel couldn't keep up no matter how they tried.

"Just stay here and find a place to sleep. We hand out food halfway through the day. Just eat when you can and stay out of trouble. If you can find your system do that. We can't feed you forever." The nun was gone leaving the child silent. Losing their family and home was enough to break any child, but losing hope was not something that could be taken lightly. The light that had shined in the boy's eyes was gone and it was unknown if it would ever return.

The other orphans that can wandered in from the wilderness under the pure luck of the light were not at all interested in another arriving. Some were cut up and scratched making the boy realize that he was lucky. He had escaped with only a few burns from his village that had caught on fire when the mossy wolves tore through their front door and caused the candles they used for light to fall upon the bed.

"Healer! Healer! We need a healer here! This man was attacked right outside the village. They wear priest's robes!" The screaming was coming from a fence guard who had spotted the shambling men coming from one of the cities. It was clear that the man had been coming to support the small village after receiving notice of the monster outbreak occurring. A large pack of any monster would draw the attention of the nearest cathedral and governing city. Since it reached the cathedral first, they sent out healers to assist. Unfortunately, it was all too clear that the assistance had been attacked.

"What was that!? No!" The priest that was in charge burst through the door and toward the front of the chapel. The boy was attracted to this noise and followed with curiosity. He wasn't really sure what to do but had been in a daze for days already. The numbness of his trauma was still strong so he walked right up to the cot that the priest and nuns were panicking over.

"A high priest is sent here and he's nearly killed! I don't have the skills to heal this fast enough. What now? Go get bandages, more bandages! Does anyone have healing potions left!?" The boy was completely missed. No one even noticed his presence. That was not the case for the injured high priest that lay on the bed. He was just entering his old age and had peppered white and black hair. The warm brown eyes that met the boy's said that everything in the world would be alright.

"Now what's your name kiddo? You look a little hurt there. I can fix that." The labored speech was nothing to the high priest. He reached out a bloodied hand and with a tap of his finger healing light favored the boy. The small burns seemed to evaporate. "Now isn't that better? Hm? You look brand new. Just a bath and you'll be running around too."

For whatever reason, the boy was frozen. He felt something he had not felt in days. The cold he had felt seemed to be washing away. He was warm. Not just his body but he felt that his soul had come alive with a flame. The tears that started to fall from his cheeks made the high priest speak again. "Crying? Over what? There is no reason to cry, the world is a crazy place but you are still breathing. You still have a future. You will do wonderful thing-" The high priest started coughing and panic entered the boy's eyes.

Nothing had been said since the boy wandered in, the guards had just brought him in seeing many like him. "Heal!" The light that burst from the boy was more than any other was capable of in that room other than the injured high priest in front of the boy. Silence overtook the entire room. "HEEEAAALLLLLL!" The boy's scream caused another powerful burst of light. "HEE-EEAAALLL" His screams were riddled with sobs but continued over and over until he completely collapsed with a reddened face and a fever.

Silence continued until the groan of the high priest brought them all back to their senses. The wounds that were upon his chest were barely there any longer. No blood flowed and only minor pain remained. The labored breathing was now slow and calm while he looked at the roof in wonder before turning to the collapsed boy. "Bring him to me when he wakes up…I want to teach him." Those words would not be forgotten by any that witnessed what had just happened.

The birth of a new healer was always a joyous thing. But the birth of a new healer able to pull someone from the brink of death was a rarity only written about. The emotions in his screams for healing were too powerful. The Impact had changed the views of everyone and changed the fate of many. A child healing the high priest sent to save them. A high priest that could now live on and heal those in desperate need.

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