Free The Godling Chronicles (Shadow of the Gods, Book #3) by Brian D. Anderson

could
see others tending to the dead. His heart ached.
    “ How could this happen?” muttered
Mohanisi. His face flushed with anger. He spun and faced Linis.
“How could this happen?” This time his voice boomed with rage.
Everyone in the pavilion stopped and stared.
    Aaliyah gently placed her hand on Mohanisi's
shoulder. “Calm yourself, my friend. This is not his doing.”
    Mohanisi's muscles tensed until he trembled,
then he closed his eyes. Gasps filled the pavilion as the elf
filled himself with the flow. More and more entered him, until the
air around him glowed with power. Only Gewey could hold so
much...or so they thought. After a few seconds he released it and
opened his eyes.
    Mohanisi breathed deeply, then smiled
apologetically at Linis. “Forgive my anger. Aaliyah is correct.
This is not your doing. But I have not seen a sight such as this
before. It took me aback for a moment.”
    Linis bowed. “There is nothing to forgive.
You are not wrong to feel anger. We have all allowed this to come
to pass. I am as much at fault as any.” He could still feel the
lingering power of the flow all around him, and all eyes still
stared in amazement. “But, I must ask. How is it you can channel so
much of the flow? Gewey is the only one I have seen use so
much.”
    “ I doubt I have the power of Shivis
Mol,” said Mohanisi.
    “ Your people have forgotten much,”
Aaliyah interjected. “Once all elves could do as Mohanisi has done.
Why you cannot, I do not know.” She squared her shoulders. “But now
is a time to heal, not talk. Talk can wait, but the dying
cannot.”
    They all nodded in agreement. Without another
word Aaliyah, Mohanisi, and Nehrutu started off in different
directions and immediately began tending the wounded, with the
power of the flow. Linis left the more severely injured to Gewey
and the other elves, and began healing those who he could more
readily help. Gewey went from bed to bed for what seemed like an
eternity, using all his strength. By the time it was fully dark, he
was barely able to stand. Linis was fairing no better, nearly
losing his feet several times. Aaliyah and her companions seemed
far less affected.
    “ Are you well, Shivis Mol?” Aaliyah
asked Gewey, as he knelt at the bedside of an elf who had been run
through. He only looked up when she touched his
shoulder.
    “ Just tired,” said Gewey. “This takes a
lot out of me.”
    “ I see.” Her tone sounded confused. “We
have nearly done all that can be done. Mohanisi, Nehrutu, and I can
finish this. You should rest. I am certain Kaylia will tend you
well.” Her last remark sounded almost sarcastic.
    Gewey shook his head, and steadied himself.
“I'm fine.” He placed his hands on the wounded elf and channeled
the flow. The wounded elf gasped and his eyes shot wide. After a
few minutes the wounds began to close and the elf relaxed.
    Gewey struggled to his feet and stumbled to
the next bed.
    “ That is enough,” said Aaliyah. “You
cannot go on. There are only a few others who we can help. I insist
you rest.” Her words were commanding and Gewey could feel himself
wanting to obey. “If you become ill, then I will need to heal you.
This will take from those who need more urgent care.” She smiled.
“Do not be concerned. Soon I will teach you to heal without so much
effort.”
    Gewey's resolve gave way. “I'll go.”
    Aaliyah took his arm and guided him from the
pavilion to where Kaylia, Theopolou and the others were
gathered.
    “ He needs rest,” stated Aaliyah flatly.
“Tend to him.”
    Before Kaylia could speak, Aaliyah released
Gewey and turned back to the pavilion. He nearly collapsed the
moment her hand let go. Kaylia was quickly at his side and guided
him to a waiting bedroll. Eftichis brought him some bread and wine,
which he gratefully accepted. Linis arrived a few minutes later and
lay down next to him. He didn't speak a word, and was asleep in
seconds.
    “ You should sleep as well,” suggested
Eftichis,