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Ebon: A Fictional Narrative

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Ebon continued to mutter every healing spell he knew. First, one to stop the bleeding. Then, he had to cleanse the wound. Finally, he had to close it. The process was painfully long. Eldon used tell him that life was not supposed to be tampered with. Even saving it was difficult. Still, Ebon had no one else except Ilene. She had to make it.
After about ten minutes, the wounds were cleaned and beginning to close. Ilene began to wake up. She coughed and leaned forward.
“Wha… What happened?”
Ebon gently pushed her back down. “Rest.” He said. “I’ll explain it all later.”
She leaned back and closed her eyes. She remained still for most of the time except for the occasional grimace when the pain spiked.
Ebon smiled as the wound began to close between …show more content…

“Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” Ebon listened closely. He did not hear anything. “That sound. It’s like…” She looked at him. “Enhance your hearing.” Ebon obeyed. Then he heard it. A hideous sound. Metal slowly scraping on metal. The sound sent shivers down his spine. Suddenly, a sharp, loud, sounded. It hit Ebon’s enhanced eardrums like a sword. He quickly canceled his spell. He fell to his knees as he covered his ears. He had been a fool. The hunter knew he would enhance his hearing. These were no ordinary hunters. “What was that?” Ilene’s voice sounded like a whisper over the ringing that resounded in Ebon’s head. “I don’t know.” Ebon said in what he thought was a normal voice, but Ilene fliched at the sound. He was probably yelling. Great. He thought. Make myself a bigger target. He could not rely on his hearing. He had to use his other senses. Two can play at this game. He turned to Ilene and mouthed, “Cover your ears.” She obeyed and gave a quick look around. Ebon already had a ringing in his head, so he assumed that he would be unharmed by the spell. He stuck two of his fingers into his mouth and spoke a difficult spell. He then blew sharply into his fingers. The result was an earsplitting roar of a …show more content…

He drew his sword and faced the hunter. Even in the moonlight, he could tell by the emblem on the hunter’s cloak that he was a Reaper Wolf. How did the Reaper Wolves find us? Ebon thought. He had killed all of the party that had attacked him. The felt the familiar hurt as the memory stirred. He shook himself. No time for that now. The Reaper Wolf charged forward. His two daggers gleamed in the moonlight. His hood shaded his face. His red cloak flapped behind him as he rushed forward. Ebon raised his sword to block the oncoming daggers. He caught one with his blade and quickly spun to avoid the other. However, he was too slow. The second blade caught him on his side. He felt a horrible stinging sensation as it tore through his flesh. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!” he screamed. He staggered back. The hunter was preparing for another strike. He formed the buckler of light and scolded himself for not doing it before. This time, he caught both of the blades. He leapt backward and slashed his sword upward. The hunter flipped backward to avoid the blow. Ebon prepared himself for another strike, then toppled onto the ground as pain knifed through his side

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