"So your Swift and you had the shit beaten out of you with several objects." Said the doctor,"Hi I'm Doctor Doc IV."
"I'm Swift and how did my friend know all that, he wasn't even there?" Asked Swift.
"He doesn't, I'm magic and can do a great many things. Like heal your wounds with magic." He said, touching swifts arm. a light airy feeling, much like one might feel on a perfect spring day when the sun is shining and the birds are singing, then the pain suddenly went away.
"How did you do that? I've never meet any magi who can do that or even come close to doing that." Asked Swift.
"I come from a strange land far away from here. On my way here I learned a few tricks, like how to fix broken bones and how to cure aliments."
"Where did you come from?"
"As I told you from a land far away from here with many different people and many magnificent things."
"Like what? What kinds of things are there that make it so interesting and amazing? Are others like you?"
"I come from a place where there are many governments and many cities with a hundred different cultures and peoples. A place where trade brings great wealth and we are defended by great warriors. A place where our gods rule from the top of a great mountain and they dictate know everything that, was, or will be. A pace were that was orderly and stable. Where great epics were written and great minds lived. At least that was the way it was before they came."
"Who are they?"
"The men dressed in red who carry great big shields and have a unquenchable thirst for war and blood. They came and even the greatest amongst us fell before their onslaught. They forced us to reject our gods instead they renamed our gods and forced us to worship them just to mock the old gods. They said about bringing civilization to us. That we were barbarians that needed to be taught how to talk and dress. We were not barbarians, they were. They didn't even speak our language even though they copied so much else from us. Our style of dress, our gods, even our architecture was so damn close to their's."
"These invaders sound horrible."
"They were, even though some saw them as saviors I saw them for what they truly are. Horrible people who slaughter cheat and murder to get what they want. But enough about that for the time; let me fix your other arm."
The feeling came back and Swift was a good as ever. He stood up and looked towards the door but then looked back at the doctor and decided to ask one more question before leaving.
"Don't you ever wish that you could go back. Just to see your family one last time? And if this place is so great then why do you not want to go back and see what it still has to offer?"
"No. They took my family from me. My sons were killed fighting the invaders my brother and his whole family were whipped to death for not complying with the new laws, they still wished to worship the old gods. My wife was raped to death after they took my home city and my daughter was taken to be a gift for one of their rulers to have as a harlot. They killed them all, even my dog just for biting one of them when he hit me for not giving him my last bottle of wine. As for the place I would want to see I have seen enough of it to last a dozen life time and still have some to spare."
He quickly healed the other broken bones and bruises with his healing magic. after that he gave Swift some pills to help with some side effects that other patients had felt after the magical treatment. The doctor said that it shouldn't be much, just a little depression and some nausea from time to time but it should stop within a week.
Swift left felling sorry for the old man. What it must be like to never be able to see your home or family. Swift did understnd how he felt though as their " great ruler" had gotten rid of his parents and stripped them of their lands and titles.
But atleast he still had his sister and that was enough for Swift.