Hilaria fell to her knees, her body weakening almost drastically as the sound of a dragons angered roar filled the night air, causing some of the soldiers to stop as they aimed their crossbows at Hilaria, looking up at the sky in confusion. Fear filled the soldiers bodies as they watched the giant creature fly toward their sanctuary, and one never wants to mess with an angered dragon, especially one like Rogan, who landed behind his master and let out a roar. No one had known that the Supreme Sorceress actually had a dragon, they all thought it was just a story, boy were they wrong.
". . . The gate" Hilaria whispered "take down the gate"
With a simple flick of his tail, the gate was removed off it's hinges, allowing the other Narnians to escape,
"Aslan's . . . How" she whispered
Hilaria began to fall forward, causing Rogan to catch her in his front paws, letting out another angered roar at the sight of his hurt master, breathing fire for the first time to one of the buildings, flapping his strong wings and gaining more height, flying back to Aslan's How. Black spots had began to cloud her vision, knowing she wasn't going to be able to remove the arrow on her own, but knowing she needed to stay awake. She didn't feel the pain from the arrow through her body, the pain came from her wound trying to heal itself around said arrow and she knew that it could not happen and will not happen as long as she stayed awake. A sob emitted from Hilaria, tears rushing down her cheeks, which were quickly blown away from the wind, watching as the trees quickly flew by.
Rogan let out a roar, landing on his back legs first, flapping his wings so he could properly keep his master in his hands,
"Hilaria!" Lucy yelled in worry
Susan ran out, pushing her little sister back slightly and slowly approaching Rogan, holding up a hand, which caused him to slowly set his master in the floor, Susan gasping in horror at the sight of an arrow sticking out of her stomach,
"Is she . . ." Edmund trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence
". . . The arrow" Hilaria gasped "you need to remove it. My wound is trying . . . to heal around it"
"Thank God" Susan sobbed "we need to get you inside, quickly"
Rogan began to shrink down, enough to where he can fit through the entrance of Aslan's How, picking up Hilaria as gently as possible and flying inside, the Pevensie siblings running after him, Narnians moving away in fear at the sight of the dragon, who flew into Hilaria's potion chamber. He set her on the stone table on her side, Susan entering the chamber soon after,
"Break the arrow head off" Hilaria instructed "pull it out from the back, quickly"
Susan hesitantly did as said, knowing that Rogan was eyeing her closely, breaking off the arrow head and quickly pulling the rest out of her back, which caused her back to arch in pain, rolling on her back and looking at the front part if her wound, also seeing that her dress had been ruined,
"I liked this dress" Hilaria said with a pained laugh,
Hilaria sucked in a breath, closing her eyes as she began to feel the wound mend itself and slowly close on it's own, Susan dropping the bloody arrow on to the floor, watching her dear friend in pain,
"Isn't there . . . a- a potion or something?" She asked, looking at her shelf
"It's done" Hilaria replied, her breathing slightly heavy "you did good, Susan. You did good" slowly pushing herself up, tucking a lock of her ombre hair behind her ear "I'll be sore for a little while," looking at Susan "thank you"
"Don't ever ask me to do that again" she said, half serious
Hilaria drew an X over her heart with her finger, causing Susan to smile slightly,
"You can clean off your hands there" Hilaria informed, pointing to a small slab of stone that was trickling with water "one drop from that vial next to it should do the trick"
Rogan put his head in Hilaria's thigh, causing her to look down at him, a small smile forming on her lips, softly patting his head,
"You breathed your first flame" Hilaria said softly, her smile growing a bit "I'm alright, now" earning a soft growl "yes, you did great. Now, go on to your bed while I get cleaned up"
Rogan shrank down to his travel size, flying up to his perch where his bed lay, Hilaria watching as he padded it down a bit before resting his body on the bed, his head resting on the edge where he could see all, a light laugh emitting from her when he sneezed, which caused a puff of black smoke to emit from his nostrils. Hilaria let out a small sigh through her nose, slowly standing on her feet, removing her bag from her shoulders and setting it next to her, Susan turning to her,
"In a few moments, can you send in the wounded?" Hilaria asked "I prefer to be at least a bit presentable"
"Sure thing" Susan replied with a small smile, an idea forming in her head
When Susan left the chambers, Hilaria began to clean herself up, smoothing out her new dress,
Hilaria started on treating the wounded soldiers, all grateful that there was a Healer close by to mend their wounds, knowing that the Supreme Sorceress would do whatever she could to treat their wounds, and slowly, nearly everyone in Aslan's How had been healed.
"Who's next?" She asked
"I am, your Excellency" the familiar voice of Caspian said
Walking to the curtain, she held it open for Caspian to enter, seeing an arrow protruding from his shoulder, Hilaria gesturing for him to sit on the table, which caused him to do as instructed. The curtain fell as Hilaria released it, walking over to a shelf and grabbing a few candles to provide more light, setting one next to Caspian, with a wave of her palm over the top, a flame sparked on the wick, the candle coming to life, doing the same with the other.
"You're not going to use me for a sacrifice are you?" Caspian said jokingly
"I find that very insulting" Hilaria replied honestly
" . . . I must apologize" he said, mentally kicking himself "I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, prince" she said, "you were merely trying to lighten the mood"
Hilaria picked up the jar of Nightshade, opening it and snipping off some of the leaves, setting those in a separate bowl and adding a few drops of it's water, setting that over a candles fire and grabbing a small vial of a light blue liquid, walking over to Caspian,
"Drink this" she instructed, handing him the vial "it will remove your pain for a short while"
He was hesitant on drinking a strange liquid, but trusted Hilaria completely, drinking the contents of the vial and setting it down next to him, allowing Hilaria to yank the arrow from his shoulder, causing Caspian to flinch at the sight, not feeling any pain,
"I need to properly see your wound" she said, walking back over to the bowl with the arrow "can you do that for me?"
"Of course, your Excellency" he replied
" . . . Hilaria" she said, dipping the tip of the arrow into the bowl, letting the water rinse off Caspian's blood
"Pardon?" He asked, confusion in his voice
"My name" she clarified "is Hilaria. You may call me as such, if you wish"
". . . Hilaria" he said to himself, testing her name, "a beautiful name for a beautiful woman"
A soft heat formed on her cheeks, removing the bowl from the candle and stirring the contents, occasionally crushing the leaves until it became a soft green paste that smelled lightly of lavender. Turning around, bowl in hand, Hilaria stopped for a moment, seeing that Caspian had removed his shirt, looking at his wounded shoulder, gently poking it with his finger, most likely testing the potion he had taken. Shaking her head slightly, her cheeks had flushed, grabbing a small towel and walking to where he was and sitting next to him, setting the bowl in her lap and softly slapping his hand away.
Her touch was gentle as she dabbed away the blood from around his wound, Caspian could see how focused she was, even when she was only cleaning around the wound,
"Can't you just heal this with a wave of your hand?" Caspian asked in confusion
". . . Yes" Hilaria replied "but, one of my many beliefs, prince . . . some things are better to be done by hand. Healing being one of them"
"Please, call me Caspian" he replied softly
"If you wish" she said with a small smile, setting the towel down "this won't hurt a bit"
Hilaria began to apply the paste around his wound, before gently packing it in, seeing that the arrow had gone deeper than she expected,
"Since I added your blood. . ." She began "this paste will properly heal whatever is damaged inside your body, becoming part of you, leaving almost nothing behind" her voice soft "only a scar"
Caspian watched her, completely entranced by her dedication to the Narnian life, even if he wasn't Narnian, she tucked a lock of her ombre hair behind her ear and leaned in closer to get a better angle, continuing to gently pack in the paste, which felt cool against his skin. Wiping off the excess paste with the towel, she got up from the table and set them back on the shelf, waving a hand over them, causing the objects to clean themselves, smiling up at Rogan, who had fallen asleep, walking back over to Caspian. Her bag had been next to him, causing her to put it over her shoulders and open it, going through her potions before finding the one she needed, which was the same color as the paste she used on Caspian's wound.
Removing the small cork from the vial, she put about half of it in her hand, putting the cork back in and dropping it back in her bag, rubbing her hands together and gently massaging it in Caspian's wounded shoulder, who watched her. He reached up, gently tucking a stray lock of her ombre hair behind her ear, his finger softly running along her cheek, causing her hands to slowly come to a stop, her deep sapphire eyes looking up from the feeling, connecting with his deep brown. Caspian was lost in her deep sapphire eyes, almost like rare stones, a small smile forming on his lips as he looked at the color,
"Your eyes" he said softly "they're beautiful" seeing a soft heat forming on her cheeks
"Thank you" she whispered, slowly hovering both hands over the wound, not taking her eyes from his "sacred wind . . grant me a gentle breeze . . aid me in mending this wound"
The flame of one of the candles softly flickered, Caspian feeling a soft breeze blow past him, Hilaria softly pressing her hands to his shoulder, knowing he was feeling a cooling sensation on his wound, taking her eyes from his to look at her work. Her fingers softly ran against his smooth skin, seeing only a scar left behind, a soft smile forming on her lips,
"Thank you" Caspian said ". . . Hilaria"
"You're welcome" she replied with a soft smile "Caspian, I'd like you to meet Rogan"
Just as she said his name, Rogan flew from his perch, landing on her shoulder, his tail loosely wrapping around her neck to keep himself in place, her smile growing at Caspian's amazed look,
"He grows" she added, looking at Rogan "I'm sure you'll see soon enough" looking back at Caspian "he's especially mad about Miraz's men shooting me with one of their crossbows, through my back and out of my stomach. He made the biggest mistake of pissing me off"
"Once he's dead, I will bring peace between us" Caspian said
"And peace will forever live in Narnia" she replied, sending Rogan back to his perch ". . . I can't really say I don't know what it's like to lose a father . . . I am sorry" earning a small smile from him