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Mikleo had just begun to master his seraph artes and was still high on his new-found abilities. One of these abilities was forming a platform of water beneath his feet that could glide him where he wanted to go. Gleeful, he continually cranked up the speed. One second Sorey was running beside him and the next he was left far behind, the only reminder of him a call of “Wait up.” Mikleo felt a little bad, but he really wanted to know how fast it could go, so he pushed onward. Sorey's voice got further and further behind him until it was replaced with a shrill cry.
Mikleo skitted to a stop and spun around. About a mile back he could see Sorey crumpled on the ground crying. Abilities momentarily forgotten, he ran back to him as fast as his short legs would let him. “What happened?”
Sorey’s knee was scraped and bleeding. His hands clutched the skin around the bruise, eyes locked on it. “I was going too fast and tripped.” His voice was so wobbly is was as cute as it was pitiful.
“There, there stop crying.”
“But it hurts.”
“I know. But guess what? Gramps taught me how to heal the other day.”
Sorey’s eyes widened when Mikleo enveloped his hand with a coating of water which shimmered a clear aloe blue as he placed it gently over the bruise. Mikleo closed his eyes, focusing. Water of mine soul. Cleansing. Healing. Replenishing. Heal this wound. He took one deep exhale, then reopened his eyes. There was still blood on Sorey’s knee but the scabbing was gone and his best friend was no longer crying.
“That’s so cool! Thanks, Mikleo! I wish I could do stuff like that!”
“Yeah…” He thought about how Sorey had been left behind. He wanted to be able to use his powers and have fun without the handicap. “Think of the fun we could have together.”
“Hey, don’t worry about me.” Sorey lifted his fist in the air. “I can play by myself and stuff.”
Mikleo’s lips formed a straight line. “But I wanna have fun with you.”
“You’d rather have fun with me than play with your powers?”
“Well…We can do both. I’ll just have to learn limits.”
“Thanks, Mikleo. You really are the best friend ever.”
He suddenly found a stray rock fascinating. “No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
When he glanced back at his friend, he was grinning like an idiot. “Okay. I guess I am pretty cool.”
Sorey headlocked him and began to give him a noogie. “The best!”