Matinus watched the elf woman standing at the window chanting. He couldn't understand the words, but they were sure focused. Her hands were shaking and she was sweating and he didn't know why. He couldn't see what she was looking at, even though he wanted.
Then she fell on the floor. He rushed forward to help her, but there was nothing he could do. He had to get his dad.
Matinus ran from the room and flew down the steps onto a scene that horrified him. His dad and Orn were laying Sanria... his mom... on the couch and she didn't look so good. "She... she's..." But he couldn't say it. If he said it that would make it real.
Orn came over and Matinus fell to sobbing. He didn't care who saw him. "No. She'll be ok. Your dad will take care of her," Orn said.
"She's not dead but I have to help her."
"She's not dead? Dad! She's not dead? She's not? Dad?!"
"Shhh... let him work. He has to heal her."
Matinus watched, again, hoping his dad was as good with dead people as he was with pregnant ladies at the temple.
