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okay.  Everything is going to be alright,” he said knowing she couldn’t hear him.  He felt a pop of air and his imp was beside him. “Vee, I’m going to need your help with this,” he instructed.  The imp gazed at his master with his dark sparkling eyes.  “We should not meddle, we should not meddle, Sir,” he reminded. 
                “Meddling or not, this girl should not die.  We need to save her.  I need to save her,” he implored.  The imp knew that any order he was given-- he had to comply.  The imp placed his long fingers beneath Ryleigh’s head.  Tristan placed his hands her chest beneath the injury and one on her stomach.  “Are you ready, Sir?” the imp asked his master.  “Yes,” Tristan said closing his violet eyes. 
                The air stilled around the trio.  A small violet flame erupted from Tristan’s hand travelling outwardly encasing Ryleigh’s body in a soft glow.  The imp, who stood about two-feet tall, began to glow in the night as Tristan used him to channel energy into Ryleigh’s beaten and broken body. 
    The sound of bones snapping into place echoed in the darkness.  Ryleigh’s body started to shake violently as it continued to heal.  “Hold on, just hold on,” Tristan pleaded.  His eyes flashed open and the violet flames continued to glow even brighter.  
                The rod impaling Ryleigh’s chest began to move outward and with each centimeter, the flesh and muscle behind it was being repaired.  “Master, we are not going to be able to finish,” the imp said breathing heavily.  “We can’t fix it all.  We can only do what is killing her.”  Tristan nodded and he focused on the metal piece protruding from Ryleigh’s small, limp body.  The last few inches of the metal rod came loose with a sickening wet sound and the wound closed up behind it. 
               As the rod fell to the ground, Ryleigh opened her eyes with a sharp breath.  “Mom?” she asked.  Tristan brushed her hair, caressing her head with his hand.  “Shhh, it’s okay,” he comforted again.  He placed his hand on her forehead, “Sleep.” Ryleigh closed her eyes and fell immediately to sleep. 
                Tristan exhausted, reached for his cellphone in the pocket of his pants and made the necessary phone call to 9-1-1.  Vee looked up at him, “Are you just going to leave her here master?” 
                “I have to for now,” Tristan said regretting the decision.  “I have no choice; we can’t bring her with us.  She has additional wounds that need to be tended to.  But for now, she is out of immediate danger.”  The imp nodded and they both disappeared as suddenly as they came.
     

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    In dreams are answers
    Slowly starting to stir she could hear the voices say, “Shhh, quiet – she’s coming around.”  Ryleigh groaned as she attempted to open her eyes.  “It’s okay little one, wake up,” she could hear the soft voices calling to her. 
                Ryleigh opened her eyes and shut them immediately.  The blinding light like fire lit through her skull.  She could hear rustling around her.  Opening her mouth to speak, her voice caught the gravel coating in the back of her throat.  “Hello,” she choked up.
                With no response she attempted to open her eyes again.  She slowly opened her eye lids until the light was bearable.  Her body felt as if someone used it as a punching bag.  She attempted to sit up but her arms didn’t want to cooperate and felt as if she was moving through water in the deep end of the pool.  She made an attempt to call out to whomever was the in the room.  “Hello?” she asked again.  She could hear the soft tittering of voices.
    Her vision still blurry she could see small shadows to the right of her bed.  “Can you help me?  I can’t seem to sit up.”  She heard the sharp intake of breath and then something that