Damien felt a slight portion of magic trying to invade into his body and soul. A flash of memory hit the back of his head:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The first time magic touched him. He was still training with his father. Before his father gave him the signal he charged to and old witch only with his knife, without wearing any protection. The only thing the witch did was to look right into his eyes and he was paralyzed. It was horrifying; He felt a great load falling on his soul and body. He couldn't move or speak. Just stay, lie down and watch as she was approaching to take his life. In the last instant his father claimed hers.</span><br/><br/>This time he was wearing all kinds of protection against magic. An amulet, rings, he even had a tattoo. It was ironic. The same thing he hated shielded him against the demons as his father used to say with an ounce of hatred in his voice.<br/><br/>The girl passed out. Her eyes took a last glimpse of the beautiful sky before they close. She stayed on Damien's arms, helpless, motionless. He could just put a little more pressure and snap her neck in less than five seconds. One more life taken. One more possessed by infernal magic dead and free of her misery. Or that's what Damien knew and thought about mages. But even with that knowledge he couldn't end this girl's life. He didn't know why and he couldn't understand eitherâ€¦ He tried to put pressure on her neck but he felt his heart pounding, his arms trembling.<br/><br/>"Damn it!" He shouted into the void of the night as he took her in his arms. He started running towards his cabin. Thousands of "hows" and  "whys" were twisting his brains, confusing him even more until he finally reached his safe place. He unlocked the door and put her on his bed. He put restrainers on her so she couldn't move or use any magic and waited for her to open her eyes.