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to return. Never in all his days did he think to see Kyne like this. He looked like a broken porcelain doll as he carried him back to the bed. As the healers began tending to the Arch-mage once again whose will to stay awake was fading fast, Faeron took his hand.
"I will find those who did this Sani. I will hunt them down and when I find them, I will kill them. They will regret the very fact they were born in the same era I was." He promised with a deep scowl.
"I don't care about the cold. I feel more alive even in the state I am in."
"What do you mean?"
"I can feel the cold. It makes the world seem real. It's like an anchor, keeping me awake. The magic the paladins used upon me is like a poison in my blood that burns me from within. Perhaps the cold will subdue these flames."
"You are dying." Faeron stated simply.
"I am dying of a fate worse than death: Betrayal."
It was then that Kyne's legs gave out under him and Faeron called for the healers
"No no, Sani, you must not think that. We can still fix this."
He had never seen Kyne so angry than after those words left his mouth.
"Fix this? I will not stand with those who did this to me! I will not help those whose magic is killing me." He snapped forcing himself to his feet shakily and storming out on to the balcony.
Faeron let him cool off for a moment before joining him.
"Damn, this is cold. Do you need a robe or something?" He asked looking at Kyne who was stood shirtless.
Kyne turned to the side catching sight of Faeron. For a moment neither of them spoke until Kyne waved off the healers snapping at them to leave them be. The group of mages and herbalists looked on edge as they silently bustled out of Kyne's quarters. It was only when the door clicked behind him that Faeron rushed to Kyne's side.
"Oh Sani (love) what have they done to you?" He choked fighting back tears.
"They branded me." Kyne replied with a wince, "I am now hated by all Paladins."
The head healer, a water fae, scowled deeply.
"Whatever magic they used on you, or whatever magic you are yet expelling is stopping our magic from closing your wounds." She told him sternly.
"I'm fine. The injuries will heal in time." He snapped.
Faeron could see that Kyne was in a terrible state. His hair had been cut off at one side leaving nly jagged locks and on the opposite side his hair had been cut by the healers to get at the wounds on his back.
Faeron had never run so fast in his life. He took the stairs to the top of Kyne's tower two at a time until he was there out of breath and panting like a dog. He flung the doors open startling the healers that were still patching up the injured Arch-mage. Even stood by the doors he could see the mangled mess of scars that decorated the left side of Kyne's body. There was a hiss of pain from the Arch-mage as the healers continued to wind more bandages around him.
