Requiem – Chapter 2
I am Alive. Opening my eyes, I find myself in a clean room. Machines beeping monitoring me. I close my eyes and focus on the magic. Pulling it into my body slowly I focus it into healing. I fall back into the darkness as the magic takes over. Waking up again I feel different. Opening my eyes, I find myself in a tank of some kind. Held up and surrounded by a greenish goo. Whatever the fluid is, it is helping the magic and my nannites heal my wounds. I look down and see my legs slowly re-growing. My arm is fixed and there are no more holes in my chest. So I relax and draw more magic filling myself to the brim. Then it hits me the feeling. I am the last mage, so …