Hey guys Author here,

Thanks EVRYONE for the comments, you have given me a reason to continue posting on this website, i love you all.....

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Anyway if you guy still havent guess it here's a little something to get your juices flowing

its heading in the direction of the knights of the round table....

I am re thinking the story and yes i also love the epic bromance idea.

I have also been bouncing around an idea for another re fanfic, and hopefully be able to produce the prologue by the end of this week. I will probably still keep my promise of 2-3 chapters a week of "Heroes of Jorg", and probably 1 chapter a week for "?????". But depending on the reception i get for the other one i might switch those two around.

Anyway thanks for reading guys heres a new chapter.

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Galahad POV

I walked into the healing hall. Every time I walked in the enormity of the healing hall would always astound me. The healing hall is just a giant, room almost 100 meters in length and 50 meters wide. It has two rows of beds running down on each side of it, and in the middle there is a fountain with the figure of the goddess Freya, with her white flowing robes and a book in her hand. Unlike all the other statues of gods in the Human Country of Orlanth, which were primarily of Ymir. This particular one was different, I was staring at the intricately carved statue.

“Beautiful isn’t she,” I was startled I quickly turned around to see readying my fighting stance.

“Its just me child,” the Friar said,

I was sure I heard his voice as if he were next to me but he was almost 10 meters away.

“The only statue of her in the entirety of this country,” he continued, staring at the statue and slowly walking towards me.

“She was said to have come down from the heavens when the gods were battling Jormungandr the colossal serpent. She was said to be the only one who spread all her healing magic to save the last of each of our races; that were almost exterminated by the serpents attack.” He said still staring at her, he seemed to revere her.

“I have come to learn about the profundities of healing magic Friar, please accept my request,” I said giving him a small bow.

“Alright child I shall teach you, but don't be disheartened if you are unable to meet the requirements to learn the art, I myself am one of the only few people in the entirety of the continent able to use healing magic. You need to have a affinity of at least 5% in light magic to be able to practice healing of the highest order for humans. Only magical beasts, and demons have affinity of going over 10% almost reaching 20%, beyond that is only available to the gods of this world.” He explained

“Light, and darkness are elements that are rarely found in humans. Light element is mostly reserved for the elves who have an almost 12% affinity with it, while darkness is reserved for the demons who have the same for darkness.” He continued.

“Anyway child lets see if you have affinity with light magic, sit yourself in a meditative position, and try to observe the colours of the elements around you, I have already seen that you have high magical affinity, and have the compassionate and driven heart that most light magus’ have, but I cannot yet confirm.” He said looking almost dejected at the possibility of me not being able to do light magic.

I sat myself down, and instantly entered the Worlds Weight stage of the World Pulse meditation, I sensed the slow thrum, hymn of the carefully orchestrated pulses of the world, instantly enveloping myself hearing nothing but the rhythmic drone of the world I was in the trans I always put myself in every night. I saw as usual the elements circling around me instead of feeling the little small dots of elemental energy that the most gifted of humans would see; I was blanketed by a innumerable number of these dots which for the inner layer were comprised completely of the light elemental affinity, represented by the white dots, and then the next layer were made of the fire elemental affinity, which were exemplified by bright red dots, then I was surrounded by a blanket of completely faint green layer which personified the wind magic I had control over. Between these were various dots of brown dot that represented my earth magic affinity. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that the Friar was looking at me expectantly.

“So child what’s the verdict, did you see anything?” he questioned.

“Yes Friar, I saw that there was an abundance in the number of white lights surrounding me, I feel as though I could do this,” I said.

I knew that I would be successful, as I remember the information god had given me regarding the legendary phoenix. From my eidetic memory I could remember that I now had an affinity of 100% with light magic. This was more than the gods themselves who I remember had only 75% at the maximum.

“Ok child, I shall teach everything you need to know tonight as I believe that according to the rules teaching magic to children under the age of 13 is severely forbidden as it would cause an implosion from the sheer force of the mana’s disturbance. But I believe you have some innate talent in your resiliency towards injuries, I myself have never seen such regenerative capabilities on a young boy like you. Your regeneration is almost on par if not greater than myself who is a “A” rank magician.” He exclaimed.

I was sure that learning magic would never cause my body to destroy itself, but to think that this man was willing to take the risk of incurring the wrath of Lord Luthor, just to pass on his learning was somewhat scary to me.

“Master last time you were explaining that, when healing someone you take the injuries of the person on to yourself…” I said.

“Oh yes let me teach you everything you need to know.”

He then went on to explain to me that Healing magic , requires a person to take a portion of the persons mana onto yourself and mana strangely when siphoned from a person would try to emulate the same injuries on to the siphoner himself thinking that it is still in its hosts body. In the moment that the healer takes some mana, the victim’s body would need the mana to compensate, and would slowly take it from nature ;but in that small interval we would take our own mana and will the regenerative powers of the person to accelerate and fix the person itself. If you do not take some of his mana the body would reject the mana we inject and expel it from the person causing him to implode.

“Healing magic’s power lies in willing the persons regenerative properties fast enough so that you would minimize the amount of grievous injuries you bring onto yourself.” The Friar said ending the explanation.

I was shocked at the crude method of healing someone it almost seemed precarious to me.

“Friar , why cant we just completely assume the nature of the person and send a stream of light magic into the person and sense the injury and fix it in its specific points, instead of weakening the victim first by siphoning his magic. It would also take away the need to put ourselves at harms way, by taking on the injuries ourselves” I questioned.

“Child, that would be ideal but alas child, such a thing is impossible. One would need an extremely high affinity with light magic to succeed in such a thing. Light magic unlike dark magic does not consume; it melds itself into nature, and instead of consuming the life out of something it joins with them and if the user feels that there is an imbalance in nature because of it, it would destroy its existence completely. But Light magic can also do something that is only exclusively available for light style magi. When a light style magus of the “S” rank feels that something is amiss in himself and needs to be fixed he can Heal it in the method you were explaining to me before. But healing someone else in the same manner is impossible unless you have a terrifyingly high affinity, being able to meld into the nature of the person you are trying to heal completely, akin to Holy Saint the “SSS” rank light style magus’, who has an affinity of 20% with the light element. He is able to completely assume the nature of the person and at will cure anything he wants, and fix anything he wants in a person at will. But an existence like that is only borne once in a millennia, he is still alive to this day, and is the leader of the elves.” The Fiar clarified.

He then proceeded to give me a book titled, “Healing Magic”, to self study and understand myself, if needed come for his advice. I took the book but knew that I would not need it as with my affinity I should be able to practice in melding my nature with others completely. Melding is similar to converting the DNA of your mana akin to the person you wish to heal, and then manipulating their physical constructs in whichever manner you want to heal them. While pondering this I soon came to realize how terrifyingly powerful this technique is. In the wrong hands they would have the power to manipulate a person in whichever manner they wish.

I took the book returned to my room to read it. To my dismay it was just as I suspected with the rudimentary knowledge of the human body on this planet, their healing magic was completely limited to forcing their patients’ regenerative abilities to work at a accelerated pace. With my knowledge of the human body from my training as a doctor from my previous life, I should be able to heal people much more efficiently compared to the rudimentary methods used in this book. The book forced the healer to continuously push his mana into their patient. This method was incredibly exhausting to the user as it drained the user of their mana, as well as forces them to take on the ailments of their patients.

I myself knew that I should be able to heal someone without the consequences of being gravely injured myself. For the next few days I would go through my training of climbing the Hell’s Cliff, doing my 2000 swings with Longinus, and prior to going to sleep I would go to my room summon Longinus and make a deep cut across my wrists almost completely slicing my hand off and try to heal it. I had make an extremely grievous injury as my regenerative capabilities were far too strong and would immediately fix a shallow cut.

After a month of practice I was finally able to completely heal my arm in a matter of seconds, before my regen activated. I was quite proud of myself and now wanted to put my plan into motion.

The palace of the Pendragon’s were run by more than 500 hundred workers who continuously worked to keep the palace as almost a smooth engine. I had slowly befriended the palace workers and have become somewhat of a familiar face around the palace. I would often go to the palace barracks where the horsekeepers were and would help them take care of their horses. I would often notice that many of the horses have been battle hardened but when the knights would come back from their newest bandit hunting or dungeon raiding, they would be in an extremely bad shape. While the knights were treated in the healing halls, the horses were left to their own regenerative capabilities and were forced to fend for themselves. Due to the malnourishment these horses faced many would die at an extremely young age.

I arrived at the stable to find that the knights had just returned and the horses were now in the stable again. The horsekeeper as usual let me in to the barn and let me look after the horses.

I slowly placed my hand on a particularly battered red mare, he had a shiny red fur and his exterior body was covered in scars, cuts and bruises. He had a wild look about him, as if wanting to be released from his cage. When I slowly put my hand on him, I let myself meld and blend in with the nature of the horse’s mana and I slowly searched every nook and cranny of his body looking for his various injuries, when I saw an injury my mind immediately went into overdrive:

Achilles Tendonitis Tear:

Acute pain in the lower extremities of the tendon connecting the horse’s calf muscles to its hoof. The tendon had severely been inflamed due to the extended period of battles without any sustenance. The proper treatment would be to reduce the amount of inflammation, and then let it eat some muscle relaxers before tying the ruptured tendon together, by surgery or by applying an anesthetic.

I slipped a small thin string of light based mana, into the horse’s inflamed region and even before fixing it, I cut off the sensory nerves connecting it to the brain; no need for an anesthetic. I then slowly fixed the calf, reducing the inflammation and tied together the ruptured tendon. I then slowly coated all the cuts and bruises of the horse with the light based mana and invoked the healing spell the Friar had taught me from the book,

“zrýchlil regenerova” I whispered

I moved away from the horse after fixing its sensory nerve, to see if my first try of healing something was successful. I opened my eyes to find that horse was almost at perfect health now. The horse looked at me bewildered realizing that I had been the reason he had become perfectly healthy again and in a fit of joy pounced on me and gave me a big wet lick. I laughed and slowly pushed him away, if not for my body’s resiliency and strength I might have been crushed I thought.

I then went on to heal all the other almost 200 horses in the barracks, and developed an almost perfect system. I would, meld and then send my mana into its internally injured region, and then finally heal the extremities in the way the healing book taught me without the need for taking on the injuries myself.

I had soon made a name for myself in the horsekeeper and the workers community and they started calling me the horse whisperer.

After two months of rigorous practicing with the horses, I went to my final goal of healing people , and made my way to an almost nostalgic place situated right near the entry of the Wall, a place I knew all too well. The Washing Stations, my mom’s former workplace. I disguised myself, wearing a dark black cloak over my training clothes which consisted of just a loose white cotton white shirt paired with dark black pants; I was afraid of getting noticed due to my signature golden braid which had still been stuck at being just above my waist. I refused to cut it off as it was a reminder of my mother, who loved braiding my hair.

I entered the Washing Station, and with a scan could see that of the 1000’s of people of working, more than 800 of them were injured in someway. I had a looooot of work to do...