[Amora]

Amora followed the villager into a dark home. The walls were crumbling and the place reeked of death. With a flick of her wrist the wind whipped into the house, clearing the smell and replacing it with fresh air. She moved then into a room as if pulled by an unseen force. She stepped inside, her dark eyes scanning the area surrounding the bed. Slowly she moved to it and sat on the edge looking down at the small form huddled under covers. The child was shaking, shivering in cold. Yet her body was sweating with fever. Amora watched quietly for long moments before looking up. First she looked a the villager, then Fenix. When she spoke her voice was calm, showing none of the revulsion she felt.
"Death magic."
A dark magic was stealing the child's life, turning her life force for it's own means. Innocent children held the strongest of life energy, and therefore were often targeted for death magic. Amora had practiced many different types of magic. Many accused her of practicing the dark arts. She may reap curses on people, but only those who were deserving of it. She knew the delicate balance of dark and light, it existed within her as well as the world. She teetered constantly on the edge, never sinking into darkness or embracing light. Even in her darkest she would not practice the magic that was woven around the child. It was the darkest of dark magic and Amora never went that far. She looked back at the child. The magic around her was strong, Amora was not sure she could break it without weakening herself severely. But nor would she allow the child to suffer so when she could stop it. She looked at Fenix. He could not stay here, not for the length of time it would require her to recover. She could sense his need to return home, and all that bound him was his word to see her home. She'd have to let him go, then try to hole up somewhere safe to recover. It was a dangerous thing what she would do. It would leave her open to the attacks of her enemy should he find her. Yet her eyes betrayed none of her turmoil, there was no hint of hesitation. She would not allow the innocent child to suffer. Amora could see the threads of fate sometimes, and the child's fate was tied to her decision. She looked at the villager.
"Leave us alone please."
The man turned and left and once more she looked at Fenix.
"You should go now. Return home. You brought me far enough."
With that she turned from him and placed her hands on either side of the child's forehead. She would need to pull the magic into herself and let her own magic fight it and destroy it. Carefully she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the child's. Then using her thumbs she forced the child's mouth open. The death magic lived in the child's lungs, Amora would need pull it from there into her own.