A Heavenly Encounter

[Jayphynph 279]

 

Divine Healing of Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria

As witnessed by Charles A. Reye

Published by Charles Reye

Issued on the 10th of the Sun's Smile in the Year of our Lord 2007.

 

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A quiet evening:

 

Charles Reye was taking a stroll along the Ivöri mountainside, as the sound of yelling and the thundering of a horse echoed through the streets. He quickly rushed toward the sound, finding a beaten and bloodied Princeps struggling to keep his footing, as a citizen ushered him into the clinic. He quickly followed after them, finding an agitated Lord Lamention attempt to mend the damage done to the Keen’s gut.

 

 

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1. A panicked relief effort

 

As Lamention gathered supplies, Charles rinsed his hands, grabbed some clean cloth, and attempted to wipe up the abundance of blood that had gathered on Princeps Atticus Keen’s clothes. Assessing the wound with what little skill he had, Reye gritted his teeth noting that the stomach had been completely ruptured, seemingly by a spearhead. Asking Delbert (the man who had brought Keen home) what happened, he was told about the Lord’s misadventures with the chancellor of Petra.

 

The assault had left Atticus harmed, almost to a point beyond care by the inexperienced Reye and undersupplied Lamention. The Ritterherr ushered Charles away, taking command of the healing, just as Julia, a ward of House Keen, happened upon the clinic. As Charles moved to comfort the young girl, a light, bright as the sun, briefly blinded him, followed by an intense heat upon his nape. He turned around, seeing the St. Messenger Archangel Raguel, winged and bright, stand over the pale Keen. He barely managed to utter a single word, as the heavenly creature spoke to the Princeps.

 

2.  A holy visitor

 

The rest of that evening was a blur for young Reye, the only moments he remembered being the Angel warning Atticus that it was his last chance, before mending his wounds. Atticus screamed in pain, a fire gathered around the wound in his gut. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the pain wore off and Charles could see the relief poured over Princep Atticus Keen’s person, akin to a river washing away the day’s dirt and grime.

 

The Angel spoke a few more words, then disappeared in an awesome fireball. Reye, still too stunned to speak, only leaned against a table, taking his head into his bloodied hands. With the rest of the room reacting with similar disbelief, Charles found himself laughing maniacally, seemingly a subconscious response. He chuckled, thinking of his parents who were not so lucky as the Princeps. He laughed for his Knight Master and all the people he himself had hurt, for there was no Angel to stop him.

 

After this, the still blood soaked young man returned to his mountainside stroll, looking up at the moon as it illuminated his home’s cold cliffs. Only a single word came to mind: “F***.”

 

As he returned to his house to wash off, Reye felt an alarming and disturbing peace rush over his body.

 

SIGNED,

 

Charles Actius Reye, Soldier of Ivör

 

[HeyitsNano 1582]

Atticus Keen saw only the light, his thoughts returning to the words exchanged with his Petran counterpart—that kindred spirit with whom he had, by remarkable chance, encountered in his cell.

 

[Kardika 1057]

"A miracle o beholden to I... praise he above..."

Said Lamention, as he uttered a prayer upon reliving the memory

"GLORY TO HIM!! PRINCEPS!! O! GLORY!!"