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I was tending to my roses in the garden when I saw Karen walk out of the castle, holding a little brown book. I followed her secretively behind the bushes and watched her sit at the bench in front of the pond. She opened the little book and started reading. I watched her as she read, a small grin creeping across her face.
As I watched her, my heartbeat sped up, and my cheeks burned. Karen seemed peaceful and gentle, almost vulnerable. I kept a constant watch over her for about a half hour, then went back to my work. I worked for another hour and went to find Karen, a silver rose in hand. I saw that she had left the garden, so I walked up into the castle and up to my room. I freshened up a bit and straightened myself out. I walked to her room, and it was obvious that she had redecorated.
Large purple flowers lay in a bunch on the vanity. Lavender-coloured satin drapes covered the window, flooding the room with a light purple glow. Karen's bedding was a sea-foam blue satin with a gentle white swirling in the fabric. Her room almost glittered in a gentle beauty. I stared around at the room in awe. I snapped back into reality and turned on my heel to look for Karen, only to see her walk up behind me holding up a young man.
I walked up to me room, dragging Sasha along with me. I held onto him, Sasha leaning on me, half unconscious. Sasha was a young man who was trying to get little Emma away from a landslide. Sasha managed to get Emma away, but broke his leg. He had also escaped from near death with a broken arm. Before I knew about it, Emma had told her father, and her father came to me. I brought him with me so I could help him.
I carried Sasha up to my room and, instead of walking into my room uninterrupted like I wanted to, Dominick was standing in my doorway. He stared at me as I stopped in front of him, his eyes wide. Dominick eyed Sasha, then me. He walked up to me and stared at Sasha. Sasha looked up in pain and smiled wearily.
"Hey, cousin. How've you been?" Sasha laughed. He coughed up blood after that.
Dominick helped me carry Sasha into my room and we propped him up on the bed. I pulled out my bandages, then a tub of plaster, then ran to the kitchen and got some ice. I ran back to my room and grabbed his arm softly.
"This might hurt a bit, Sasha." I warned.
I gently iced his arm until it numbed and set the bones in his arms carefully. He winced slightly, but knew better than to pull away. I wrapped the bandages around his arm and covered it in plaster, then forced him to stay lying down until it hardened and dried. He knocked on the cast and seemed amazed, then yelped as I iced his leg.
"Sorry!" I apologized.
"It's like a rock! Are you a shaman?" Sasha asked.
"Don't be ridiculous. I just used to be a doctor during the war, that's all." I told him.
"The war? Where?" Sasha asked, turning to Dominick.
"Up top. She's pretty good, I'll tell you that much." Dominick laughed.
I blushed slightly at his comment and continued numbing his leg. I bandaged and plastered his leg like I did with his arm, had it dry, then he was good to go. Dominick and I took him to Doc and got him some crutches without leaving with an explanation.
"I tried to protect Emma, but I got hurt. Little Miss here played Doctor and fixed me up. Rather skilled girl, I'd say! Used to be a doctor herself in the army!" Sasha informed, laughing.
"Well, you seem in high spirits. You should check on Emma. Poor girl is worried sick." Doc said.
"Good idea. Where is she?" Sasha asked.
"In her room." Doc said.
Sasha smiled and we let him go off and see the little girl, who was apparently his cousin. Dominick and I left the hospital and we walked through the town. It seemed to be a beautiful day, more beautiful than the last. The flowers were hanging in second story windows and sitting in front of the stores. Horse drawn carriages strolled through the marble roads gracefully. Eventually, I found myself holding hands with Dominick, who was now a pinkish colour, and we were walking aimlessly through the valley where we had first met. I heard a song playing in the distance, and the closer I got to the pond, the louder it got. I peered into the pond, at first admiring the blue water and dark obsidian rocks. I soon saw a ripple in the water from a white flower petal that fell into the pond.