A Healing Touch
@yourfavouritedarknesss | Inspired Drabble
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It was a rare peaceful moment, one that was cherished - there had been too much fighting - too much war.
There was a sound on the wind, in the trees - it filled her ears as the breeze tousled the hair around her face - danced around the antlers that grew from each side of her head. They were a sign of her deep connection to nature - they marked her as one who was destined to become a powerful Druid - an expectation that she hoped to be able to live up to.
Too much had been asked of late - from the trees of the forests - from the flowers. It was time for all to come together - to give back what had been loaned - granted to help to defend all that they held dear. To fight back.
To save themselves.
She could feel the power of the land flow into her - she could feel the disease, as well as the sadness it held - the devastation that had been wrought at the hands of the Legion had left deep scars. As a Druid, it was her duty to help to mend those wounds - to use the incantations she had been taught - to channel the energy of nature though herself and use it to heal that which was broken.
As the energy passed through her - she recited the spell that would return it - to make her a conduit, to cleanse the fel essence that lingered. The war was not over - but for the moment - she would give every ounce of herself to the one who needed saving now.
Azeroth herself.
