I came across a couple of traveling farmers at the Northern border of Thais. It was a pitiable sight by the time they were within my field of vision. Their travelling cart overturned. Their carthorses set off on their own. Their perishable... perished.
From the look of things, they were attacked by a wild boar. Not a rare incidence, this, since smaller towns were erected further from the core kingdom of Thais. It was only natural people were getting more encounters with the untamed.
One of the farmers was down. His face mangled; one half of his chest wall caving in from too many broken ribs. His left forearm an angry bruised, resting in an awkward angle. In all appearance a broken doll, too painful to still be alive... but miraculously still breathing. Each gasp a struggle.
His younger companion, obviously a better runner, stood by his side. Blood was drained off his face... numbed by shock and lost for speech and about to faint any time soon.
I began to wonder. How was it different from one skinning a soft furred rabbit? From the gruesome act of hunting and slaughtering games?
The boy saw me. I thought that he would call for help. But then his eyes rolled up in his sockets and he fell backwards. Fainted? Strange. I looked down at myself and saw the ground through my legs... and remembered that I was a ghost.
Feeling generous, I hovered closer. I could have left the couple alone since the boy could find help from nearest town which was just a short distance from where he was... One would wonder how long the older farmer would struggle to keep himself alive.
I chanted a phrase over the dying person. The enchantment was meant for reviving a corpse; but I was certain that it should work well on him... since he's about to be a corpse.
Within seconds the damage was reversed. Physically, at least. I smiled at the result. The farmer would need new clothes, though.
Then, there was a light tug at my feet. I looked down again to find a thread tying at my left ankle. It stretched forward, a faint shimmering line, to the unknown distance. Leaving the couple behind, I continue on towards the direction of the thread to... ah, what was it again?