Fire.

You try to teleport, but your vision is to obscured by the heat and flames to go anywhere. Not to mention it is getting harder and harder to concentrate. Your insides are starting to hurt and you know the magic sustaining you is being used up fast just to keep you alive, hell you haven't even taken a breath in over a minute. The only magic spells you can seem to keep focus on in your mind are the weakest of them. 'Fire.' You think, and imagine the spear inside of you burning. You have no idea if it is even working, but you keep that thought in your head. The smoke and flames licking at your flesh your insides begin to burn with pain and you can hear your heart beating slower and slower. Just as you are almost ready to simply let go and float away, there is a new sound, a soft crack, then another, then suddenly your body plunges into the raging fire, the spear inside of you breaking till it can no longer support you. The four savage beasts look on in horror as they think their meal ruined, one of them reaching in to yank what they assume is your lifeless form out of the flames. You are hauled out of the fire and dropped on the ground. All of them then begin to argue as to who is at fault for you falling into the fire in a guttural language you can't speak exactly, yet you can understand it. They mean to eat you, of this you are sure. They also seem to believe you are dead. When you are pretty sure they aren't looking at you directly, you quickly pull out the remains of the spear from your body. Panting from that little effort you know what magic power you had gained is now completely gone, and you have little chance against these strong and savage creatures. Then you catch sight of your things, cast aside by them to deal with later. As quiet as you can, you slide over to the pile, pull up the rifle, and send the closes one to hell where he belongs. Pulling the pistol next you empty the chamber putting the first four rounds in the chest of one that charges you with an ax, the last catching the next just below the eye dropping him in an instant. Only one left, but you don't have the strength nor a weapon to fight and he knows it. He is on you with a raging charge, his sword slamming into your side opening a wide gash. A massive blow catches you on the chin and sends you to the ground, your head ringing. “I don't know how you are alive, you bitch, but I am going to fix that mistake and savor every last bite of you.”

“Fuck you.” Calling on any last reserve of magic you can, you see in your mind something a spark almost, and you grab onto it with your mind. You give him a wink, pull up your bloody hand, and blow him a kiss. There is nothing sweet or innocent about this gesture, and unlike the last time you called this magic he isn't hit by a pleasant orgasm. He shudders, cum spurting out from his armor and foam gurgling in his mouth. As the spell goes off, you feel a weakness as if you used your very own life essence to cast the spell, and you collapse on the ground panting. He also is staggered by the spell and both of you try to pull yourself up. But it is your magic and your will that proves the strongest. Picking up the ax of the fallen creature you drag it over to the writhing beast. In one swift motion, a scream on your lips, you end the evil monster and collapse in a heap. Panting you allow your eyes to close. As you lie there listening to your heart beat, and lungs struggle for air, you know the wound in your side cannot be left as it is. With the last of your strength you crawl to your things and use the black tube top as a bandage, ripping it down the length to double it's size and tie it tight around the wound. As you tie it tight you scream once again, and this is the last thing you are able to do before you succumb to darkness.

The sun beating down on your face stirs you awake around midday. Your side and throat hurt like hell, and you can't hardly even form words to talk, but you are alive, and sleep has replenished much of your magic. But you are pretty sure that without magical help your wound in your side will still be your undoing. It takes six minutes to load the rifle again, but you can't bring yourself to go on until you do. Looking over the beasts you find a total of 9 gold, 18 silver, and 68 copper coins. Their meat is to suspect to take, and their weapons are foul and heavy so you opt to only take the coin. Using the rifle as a crutch, the crossbow injury to your leg having come back when you cast that last spell. Apparently you are now, or possibly always were, able to sacrifice your own health for a little more magic. You walk for nearly an hour before you decide that to continue like this is only going to change the location you collapse and die by a few miles. That is when a desperate idea comes to you. If you can teleport to anywhere you can see, then if you were very high, could you not travel very far. Knowing full well that the only alternative is death, you decide to try the improbable. Looking into the air you concentrate and teleport to a cloud you see high in the sky, holding your breath as you do. Then as fast as you can you scan the horizon to the north till you see what you are sure is a city. It works, yes, but you learn the hard way the folly of your action as when you appear you are still falling even though you arrive on the ground. Both of your legs shatter causing you to howl in agony, and the pain shoots through you till there is only darkness once again.

Incredibly you wake on a wicker bed covered in several thick wool blankets. A beautiful woman with long flowing golden hair, thin features, and long ears that scream elf to you, looks down at you as you wake and look up. She similes sweetly and asks, “Are you in any pain? I used all of the magic of my goddess to heal your wounds, but they were so severe I feared the worst.

Pulling yourself upright you look around, wiggle your hooves, and flash her a sweet smile, “I can't believe it, I feel great. You are amazing thank you. What can I do to repay you?”

“A donation to the church is all I would request, nothing more. By the will of the goddess I am happy to help anyone in need.” She lightly puts her hand on your leg. “I am pleased to see you are feeling well.”

Looking into her eyes you are sure she wants you, but you dare not offend by asking saying only, “I am in your debt. Ask of me anything.”

Smiling that sweet warming smile she simply states, “I ask nothing.” She then stands and walks to a light wooden door and pulls it open. “Sleep now, it will help your body heal. I will bring you food when you wake. Not wanting to disappoint, you do as you are told, and go to sleep.