I was there when they died... There are no more healers, they died in flames wreathed in dragon forms, it was an evil happening...
No one sees like I do, this is a more accurate statement than to say that I am blind. Unlike the legendary seer blinded by what he shouldn't see, my lack of mortal vision is a act of nature, twisted by the dragons touch, and the sight I have is the providence of learning and need. Though my eyes are useless orbs of white featureless and empty, It is hard to make my mind that way. I had nightmares... Like all my brethren I am deprived of normal sleep... I must descend into a total nothingness to find surcease from the burdens on my will.
When they died I felt a beast in my belly roar unintelligibly, it spoke from my lips, it was in the fires and in my mind... I felt like it was I who killed them and In my nightmares I did, It was I who grabbed them in hands which became claws of fire, elemental and pure. Healers blessed by the strength of innocence shredded into hideous component parts. I had been told I seemed to have potential as a healer. It was this potential that had inspired the journey to hearthome. Perhaps I was a healer before. but not any more. I was touched by a darkness I didn't know how to fight so I did deep within myself, the mind is a large place enough storage for many of me, I was small and the beast so great how could I fight. My body stood in the outer edge of the forest staring into the vale below, surrounded by loved ones, as helpless as I, Though they lacked on degree the perceptions I had cultivated they were far from blind to the horror. It is no surprise that it tool them some time to realize I was no longer with them. Their attempts to contact my mind by deep mind speech met with nothing. but the realization that perhaps the only ones who could reach me were quite thoroughly dead. I was brought back to my conscious self, quite unwillingly, tugging and screaming, by a golden light the source of which I know not, Although I have come to suspect it was my own healing gift, a gift I can no longer touch. Perhaps I feel unworthy of it and have locked it away from hands that can hurl fire, just as those which destroyed hearthome, yes I have that cursed gift as well... A frightening number of us do. My body and my mind heals incredibly fast I wonder at times whether my soul can.
I have been called the eyes of Aurelia or descriptively Strehvahzan
There are times I wished I couldn't see.