Overworld: Dragon Mage Saga (Book 1) by Rohan M. Vider

Author:Rohan M. Vider [Vider, Rohan M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: A LitRPG Novel, LitRPG, gamelit, Portal, fantasy
Publisher: Myelad Publishing
Published: 2020-12-31T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

390 days until the Arkon Shield falls

After the battle, Tara and I were left with little to do. My conversation with the old lady had been so brief, I hadn’t had a chance to question her about her sorcery or dungeons, or even about her intentions regarding the settlement.

What now? I wondered, chewing at my lip. “Let’s go find the medics,” I said eventually.

Tara rolled her eyes, but she didn’t object. She led me through the ranks of soldiers, many of whom called out in greeting or nodded respectfully as I passed by. I chuckled, amused by how quickly their attitude towards me had changed.

“What’s so funny?” Tara asked.

“Just yesterday,” I said, gesturing with my chin at the men, “they were laughing at the crippled boy being beaten by the big bad captain, yet today they applaud.”

Tara stopped and swung about to face me. None of the shared amusement I’d expected to see on her face was present. “You do them a disservice, Jamie,” she said, her tone serious. “They jeered at you yesterday, true. But it was not for your crippled foot they mocked you. It was themselves they ridiculed, or rather the memory of themselves that had experienced the same drubbing you got at my hands.”

Tara held my gaze, making sure I understood what she was saying. “You may not have noticed it, but by yesterday evening you had already earned their respect. None of them expected a new fish to last that long.” She threw me a hard look. “Much less a crippled one.”

I lowered my eyes, accepting Tara’s rebuke. Her words shamed me. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “Sometimes I am too cynical.”

Tara laughed. “And perhaps a touch unforgiving.”

“That too,” I said, smiling with her.

We fell into a companionable silence for the rest of the way along the river shore. Scaling the upper bank, I saw that three large tents had been pitched next to the training grounds. As we approached closer, a surprised Nicholas turned to greet us. “Tara, Jamie, what are you two doing here? Not injured, I hope?”

“Nothing of the sort, Nic,” Tara said. She pointed in my direction. “You’ve seen what he can do?”

“Indeed,” said Nicholas, nodding at me. “And thank you, by the way. Your efforts have made my job much easier today.”

“He can heal too,” said Tara. “That’s why we are here.”

Nicholas’ gazed locked onto mine. “Magical healing?” he asked eagerly.

I nodded. “I have a life magic spell called lay hands. Do you need me to do anything?”

Nicholas opened his mouth. Paused. Then closed it again. He sighed. “On most other days the healing tents would be swarming with those in need of care, and I would have given anything for a mage’s aid. But not today. The commander’s casting has seen to the injured already.”

Nicholas’ expression turned wistful, seeming to regret the missed opportunity to witness healing magic at work. Over the medic’s shoulder I caught Tara’s I-told-you-so look. Ignoring her, I addressed Nicholas. “The commander’s spell healed all the soldiers’ injuries?”

The medic nodded.

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