All Is Fair in Hate
Daisuk thunders through the large, silver gates of the healing temple, skidding to a halt just before the steps leading inside the massive building. You find yourself hurling your feet up the stairs. Right, left, right, left, right left. Your hands fly from your sides as you pound on the massive oak doors and do anything possible to make the row needed to wake the healers. Seconds later you were sprawled on the floor.
A healer had come to see what the trouble was and upon opening the door you had fallen through and whacked the poor guy with the fist meant to hit the door.
"Oh! I'm so sorry but my friend needs help! She's dying as we speak! Please hurry!"
The healer took no notice of the good sized bruise you'd just placed on his chin but instead withdrew for only a moment to yank down on a cord connected to a bell. Alarms rang throughout the temple and soon after healers of all different kinds had flooded past you to Rella who was sitting atop Daisuk, motionless and half dead.
A healer had come to see what the trouble was and upon opening the door you had fallen through and whacked the poor guy with the fist meant to hit the door.
"Oh! I'm so sorry but my friend needs help! She's dying as we speak! Please hurry!"
The healer took no notice of the good sized bruise you'd just placed on his chin but instead withdrew for only a moment to yank down on a cord connected to a bell. Alarms rang throughout the temple and soon after healers of all different kinds had flooded past you to Rella who was sitting atop Daisuk, motionless and half dead.