The Phoenix Ring(66)

Aidan breathed a sigh of relief.

The elder elf nodded stepped and to the side, allowing Hollianna to exit the tent.

“My daughter is a powerful healer, despite her young age of thirty-four,” Aeron said. Aidan raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

The elf sat on the ground and gestured for Aidan to do the same.

“As you probably know, we elves heal using the power of each person’s inner being, their Arror. I assume that is why you came to us, after attempting to heal your friend using your own strength.”

Aidan nodded.

“What you did saved her life, but it was an extremely hazardous spell. I have never seen an Arror used so bluntly before, though I must commend you for your ingenuity. With much practice, you could one day be an impressive healer. Unfortunately, your friend’s Arror was nearly depleted by the time we were able to begin the healing process. She was surviving solely off of your power. The only way to save her life was to use yours, and the connection became permanent.”

Aidan frowned. “When I connected to her before, I could feel everything she felt, in a way. I can’t feel that now.”

Aeron laughed. “The connection you created was far, far strong than what we have turned it into. Also, we have put her in a deep, dreamless sleep, so you won’t be receiving anything until she awakens.”

“What will I receive from her?” Aidan asked.

“It depends. The connection between you is an ancient mystery that no race fully understands. It has many names, including love bond, eternal chain, and simply an Arror connection. However, I prefer to call it a heartsoul link, as those are the two parts of you that will be most affected. Here, give me your hand,” the elf said.

Aeron put Aidan’s hand onto Aaliyah’s chest, over her heart. It beat rhythmically, full of strength and, for the boy, hope.

“Now put your other hand over your own.”

For a moment, Aidan frantically thought that he didn’t have a pulse. But even as this thought raised his heartbeat, he realized that Aaliyah’s was doing the same. Their hearts were beating together.

“There are some advantages and disadvantages to a link like the one you share. For example, you will always be able to find each other, no matter how lost you may seem, but you will also never be able to lose each other. As time goes on, your link may grow stronger, or even grow so weak as to dissipate into nothing. I can try to answer any questions you may have, but I cannot guarantee that I will be correct.”

“If one of us dies, will the other also?” Aidan didn’t know why he asked that question, but he felt like he needed to know.

“It depends. Sometimes the lives involved become so intimate that they depend on each other for survival. I wish I could be more help, but each link is so unique that one could study them his whole life and never understand them.”

Aidan nodded. “You have been more than enough help. But why? What did I do to deserve your hospitality?”

Aeron sighed. “We elves will never refuse a soul in need of help. However, we owe you personally, young Firebird. When the Great Wars were in full swing, men and dwarves were dying by the thousands every day, protecting what they loved. The elves, however, remained largely absent. Most of my brethren would tell you that we were taking a longer time building an army, but that isn’t true. We had an army, it was stationed throughout Ariyahn, our home. Before Marcus stood on the Phoenix Isle and sacrificed himself to save us all, he came to us and asked that a small group of elves accompany him, not to fight, but to continue to feed his Arror more power. We refused even that small request. Had we accepted, it is possible that the young Firebird would still be alive today.”

Aidan smiled. “Did you ever meet Marcus? Do you know what his Arror feels like?”

Aeron nodded. “More brilliant than any I have ever seen. Why do you ask?”

The young mage removed his ring and handed it to Aeron, careful not to let the Soulrock touch the elf’s skin.

For a moment, his forehead creased, then his eyes widened in wonder.

“Is that what I think it is?” asked the elf. “I felt it before, but I assumed it was your power, not the ring’s. How?”

Aidan took the ring back and slipped it onto his finger. He very rarely removed it except to clean it, and to have it in someone else’s possession for even a short time felt strange. Also, he didn’t like that he felt so vulnerable without the ring.

“I don’t know. Marcus hasn’t told me how the spell was performed.”

“You can talk to him?” Aeron said, his eyes filled with awe. “If you ever are able, you must let us study the ring. This spell could have the potential to save hundreds of lives.”