Polish mage

I grew up in Polland, 65 years ago. Long time before the war and all the desctruction.

My father had a solid textile and carpets shop and we were doing quite well. When they passed away, I continued with the business and these were solid times.

When the war started. Lots of things has changed and with many others I stayed in the city, even if lots of others left the country. Eventually, there was noone interested anymore in the carpets, unless they would be flying carpets, which could take you far away from the country.

The fights going across over our streets has finally forced me to close. Just lock the doors and leave what left behind, because thee was no-one anymore who I could give the keys.

 

I was lucky. I bought a place in a car, which was taking me to France. I still remember all the patrols. I think my dead dad was standing next to the Saint Peter, praising for my safety, when we were driving across the border.

Not far before the border patrols, we saw a traffic accident, when one of cars before us coudln't get back to its own line and was pushed away from the road. It crashed in one of the trees and started burinng. We have stopped our car in order to help to get them out of flames, but all we could do was see, how the man and woman in the car are burning. The flames was taking them. I looked at the woman and she was looking at me and I saw how she is asking for help just by her eyes. I felt so helpless at the moment. If I could stop the heat and hold the flames away from them.

 

As we were leaving the place, we had a lot of time to think about the burning hell and the pain in which they died. When I was thinking about the event, I felt like if something has changed with my life.

 

When we arrived in Paris, the city looked almost like my city. There was chaos everywhere, lot of uncertainity, except for the hospitals were filling up with patients. I decided to visit someone at random in one hospitals in the city.

When I was in, there was even bigger chaos then anywhere else, so it was easy for me just to open find empty street and get in one of rooms.

In the room was a person, who barely looked like human figure. He was completelly covered with plaster in a way that he doesn't even need clothes. From the bed records, I surprisedly found that it is a woman and that she was burned. She was sleeping, or incouscousceness when I came in, but as I was looking at her. She noticed being watched and opened her eyes. I immediately returned in my mind to the accident we saw. This woman didn’t die, but she seemed to suffer with terrible pain.

 

I was trying to help her somehow. I felt like If I could to tear out my healthy cells and transfer them over the air in her body. I didn’t know what I was thinking, but sometimes, when we are face to face to unbearable events, we think like everything could be possible.

I was watching her and started to feel completely inappropriate. What I am even doing in here and what I will say if some nurse come. I thought I will apologize and leave. But when I was about to go, she said with a lot of troubles: “Thank you for helping me. Please continue.”

 

That is how I have discovered that I could heal burned people without touching them. The woman’s name was Justine Garnier. During the winter, I was coming to see her every day, I learned how to work with my hidden power. She was initially slowly, and later, when I learned to be more confident with the healing, it become faster.

 

I thought I am a good man, but I was foolish. People gets mad when they got power which they haven’t had before.

 

Two years after I met Justine. I was part of a big show in Paris. Me and Justine become magical stars. I have discovered, that when I use my power, when she gets burned, she seemed not feel anything, because I was healing her at the same time.

Today, I know that she was just brave. She didn’t say a word, when I was burning her and never told me that it actually hurts, even thought my power has quickly healed her body. Still there must have been same pain again and again for all the shows we were showing.

Our main artistic piece was, that I was burning her with some kind of gas flame. With real flames, but because I was using my power at the same time, she seemed untouched. Crowds were astonished.

 

Recently, somehow, I felt that I am getting tired. The power which was coming out of me during our shows was somehow harder to control and coming slowly. Sometimes, I thought I noticed that the flame wounds I caused Justine were still visible, or weren’t healed fully, but when I asked, she said it is nothing and that she feels perfectly.

How foolish I was.

I wish we would never come to this day.

 

Wednesday was our last performance. There was a lot of audience and I felt confident enough. We tried a new kind of flame producing machine, which turned out to be a big mistake.

When I tried to turn the machine, something went wrong and the whole machine burst in the blinding explosion and most of flames has consumed my poor Justine. Even the ceiling was in flames and people were running away from the explosion.

I attempted to heal Justine as she was lying there for the performance, but suddenly I was so weak as I never was. I saw the fear in her eyes, as she must have felt that healing has stopped.

Through all the pain, I still saw how she attempted to say, “Thank you for helping me.”

 

I don’t know what I was thinking.