Gem of Magic: Gem of Magic

    A village awoke this day, and a newcomer had been sleeping in the street. Out of everyone, a young woman awoke the person. Their eyes immediately frightened woman, but the confusion on the newcomer’s face let them reassert their confidence. She invited what looked like to be a normal person, but everytime their eyes met, they were not human.
    “You aren’t from around here?” Of course not, she thought. How could he be? But the properness in her speech and stance would not let her ask anything else. She sat down in a chair under a barely held together awning.
    The person nodded, before looking around. They found their eyes upon a vase. 
    “My name is Langlin, what would your’s be?” Her smile changed upon realizing he was not listening, but even yet, it was not lack of a kindness that dropped her smile. “Do you need water?”
    They looked back at Langlin, a nod or some sort of curtsy was made in what should be affirmation. She got up and collected the vase filling it with water from a barrel. “It’s not the best water, our wells dried up and our rivers are no better than stagnant mud.” She placed the vase upon the table next to her chair and motioned for them to sit as well.
    If maybe not for their suddeness or perhaps them not knowing what “to sit” was, they collected the vase and peered through the top to the bottom, it certainely was shocking. 
    “As I said before, not the best.” She uncomfortably shifted in her chair, not knowing what the person was thinking.
    “My name... Water... it tells me. Do you not... hear it?” He looked her over once before returning to the vase. His skin began to shine slightly. Not making much of a difference until a cloud overhead blocked the shine of the sun. Villagers all around stopped what they were doing, staring in what could only be refered to as awe.
    She looked blankly at him, “I-I don’t speak to water?” What sort of answer could she have given?
    “Taramin. In... your language.” They said, but did not move their mouth quite the same.
    It was then that she noticed that his lips weren’t quite moving in the way the natural tongue did, even then, the whispering he was making was audible enough to undertone the words. She saw a stone shining in the pockets of their robes.
    He must have noticed, as he set the vase down and took the stone out. They set it to their own throat and began to speak, the stone shining further. “I am Taramin. Childe of Raskan.” 
    “You are not human, yet you speak as such.” A blacksmith covered in soot wandered over. “Do not frighten my daughter so much. The water keeps us frightful and weak.” He motioned to his arm barely able to pick up his hammer. “Barely enough water to keep the sickness away, and enough to keep us breathing.”
    The stone stopped shining brightly, and he replaced the empty place in his pocket. Taramin too stopped shining and they sat down in their chair to listen to the blacksmith.
    “Inquisitive, yeah? A mage as well from the garb. I have yet to be frightened by someone who could not raise his own arms, but now I remain in that stead. Forgive all of our fear for the moment.” He sat down as well. “A good break to keep me alive. Where’d you come from, friend?”
    Taramin didn’t react, in fact, it looked like the question itself wasn’t registered. They looked over the water in the barrel more than they looked at the man.
    “Name’s Ynfir. Taraman was it? No matter, we could probably house you for a day or two. But our stores are draining much so. And then after that, we can send you off with a few slices of bread. But I wouldn’t be in right mind to send you with our water. You don’t seem to keen in drinking it, any-”
    With their skin shining brightly, the picked up the stone from their pocket and whispered, “Water shall be cleansed.” The water from the vase flew into the air and with almost instantaneous affect, cleared into pure see-through. It clinged back to the insides of the vase before Taramin resumed their usual color.
    “Well... I’ll be damned.” Ynfir laughed heartily. He pushed the vase towards himself first, took a huge gulp before setting it back down. A tear fled from his eye before wiping it away. He gave the rest to Langlin and she greedily drank the rest. “Langlin, take them to the river. Maybe he can help there.” He got up and walked back over to the smithy.
    Langlin sat up and took Taramin’s hand, making way to the river that sat at the edge of the village. Without words, Taramin began to shine. His stone now without hands holding it, shone evermore brightly. The river itself must’ve began to shake. If not for a gasp from Langlin, and then general looking from the village itself, nobody would have believed the entire body of water rising from the ground. And with a wave of his fingers, the water itself from left to right made a wave of dark mush being cleansed. 
    A dark ball of necrosis raised into the air, completely removed from the water. It lit into a display of fire before all that was left was a few collected ash particles that were gently fluttering onto the edge of the river’s bank. Taramin sat the water back down gently, before looking back at the crowd that had collected, the stone residing back into his pocket.
    A few cheers and clattering of folk to collect new water into their mouths and buckets, Taramin remained standing. Not smiling, nor frowning. But Langlin hugged him, and after removing herself from him, Ynfir appeared around the corner. 
    “Knew it.” He chuckled. “Here’s your reward, as well as a stay for as long as you need.” A scepter with a missing gem slot was prostrated along his hands for Taramin to collect. “Was commissioned for this one. Long ago, wizard never showed up, and I suppose maybe he won’t be coming back anytime soon. Not much, but maybe it’ll help.”
    Taramin took the scepter, the stone wisping from his pocket directly into the scepter gem slot. It fit near perfectly. He, with quite ease, put the scepters head against his throat, barely needing to move his arms. “Thank you.”
    But he did not stay, with a goodbye and surprise from everybody, he left just as suddenly as he arrived. Nobody argued and his cloak disappeared over the horizon just as the sun did.