The wind was not forgiving that night in the town of Fenrir. The snow whipped about, knocking over anything that wasn't weighed down. The snow fell down softly, making everything white around the town.

Lyra pulled the cloak tighter around herself as she trudged through the knee-deep snow. She pulled down her goggles, tucking her violin deeper under her cloak. Lyra walked past the town center. The execution block stood in the middle, in all its horrible glory. The snow had been stained red by the blood of the previous execution, which had taken place just three hours before. The executioned? A father who stole bread to feed his wife.

Lyra walked faster past the execution box. Now was not the time to focus on the death. Now was the time she needed to focus on life. Lyra went to the(hopefully) correct address, and rapped on the door silently. A young woman opened the door, to see the teenaged healer, who held out her violin. The woman quickly gestured Lyra inside. "He was only whipped about five times. He has the most horrible lashes, and we requested your help. In case it's-" "Fatal?" Lyra nodded. "Bring me to him."

The woman led Lyra down a couple hallways, nervously talking the whole time. Lyra was used to it. She has met many frantic patients before, and the fact that she was only seventeen didn't calm them. This, in fact, was mild compared to most.

The woman led Lyra into the kitchen. A six-year-old boy laid on the counter, crying freely. His mother stood next to him, crying as well. "Where was he struck?" Lyra asked calmly. The boy's mother turned the boy over onto his stomach, revealing unforgiving scars that were still bleeding slightly upon the young boy's back. Lyra didn't even wince. She bent down next to the boy.

"What is your name?" She asked gently. "J-James, miss." The boy said, sobbing. "Well, James. I can make those scratches go away. But you have to promise me something." Lyra almost couldn't hear him over the sobs. "W-what?" "You have to stay still."

The boy nodded, holding his mother's hand. It broke Lyra's heart to see the boy in so much pain, but she pulled out her violin. "Don't let her hurt me mommy, don't!" The boy called desperately, tears flowing. "She won't hurt you dear." His mother said, struggling not to cry herself.

Lyra took out a salve, and rubbed it on James' back. She then rubbed it in her bow. Without warning, she began to play very fast, and with incredible skill. The bow seemed to dance on the strings, and the James' cuts seemed to be healing as well. Lyra continued to play, with quick, fluid movements.The woman and the boy's mother watched with amazement as Lyra played. James began to fall asleep to the sound of the violin, and she continued to play.

Twenty minutes later, Lyra handed the boy's mother a corked vial. "Feed him this... He should be alright." James' mother held Lyra's hands. "How can we ever repay you?"

Lyra walked home with James' mother's award winning cookies in a bag, and she chuckled to herself. "Another day's work."

Lyra had no idea what would happen next.

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