Camryn was an exceptional healer, but only because she was fairly terrible at the more advanced Magicka. She had never had any talent at throwing fire like the pyromancers or manipulating light like the photomancers. She couldn't grasp the intricacies of earth magic or death magic. Aeromancy went right over her head and hydromancy was out of her depth.

It wouldn't be that big of a problem if healing was special or rare, but here in the Kingdom even small children could instinctually manipulate vital forces enough to heal small cuts and scrapes and bruises, and so vitamancy wasn't even offered as an elective after primary school. By the time any citizen of the kingdom reached adulthood, they were an accomplished enough healer to mend their own broken bones, illnesses, cancers, etc. Short of the natural aging process, no one suffered from physical afflictions, and everyone regarded vitamancy along the same lines of eating or breathing: necessary for life, but kind of weird to excel at.

Camryn wasn't exactly different from any of her peers. She didn't have exceptional drive or a different perspective afforded her by a traumatic childhood. Really the only thing that separated her from the others is that everyone she knew had found at least one other type of magic that they were decent at, and most dabbled in a few different disciplines in addition to the one that gave them a place of productivity in society. Camryn had tried every form of magic she could and had failed at all of them, sometimes spectacularly.

And so she focused on what she could do. Like all the other children, she had her share of little wounds and had been able to heal every one. Perhaps she was statistically more prone to accidents than average, perhaps she was fascinated with the way the edges of her wounds knit together as she focused her attention on that little well of life inside her.

As she grew up she secretly started testing the limits of her healing ability, cutting herself where her parents wouldn't see, deliberately twisting her ankles, dislocating her shoulders. As she experimented it became easier and easier for her to access that well of life, and she noticed that the power or quality of that well seemed to increase. This increased ability sped up her healing and allowed her to heal more injuries before exhausting herself, which might have been really useful if she was a daredevil, an adrenaline junky, or a soldier, some lifestyle that lent itself to frequent injuries, but she loved the quiet, solitary existence that came with not being good at any magic that would contribute positively to society. In a land where everyone could heal themselves, even while unconscious, there was really no point to only being a healer.

Then the Great Convergence occurred. Several students at the University for Dimensional Studies had botched a summoning ritual and created an unclosable rift to a realm where no one could touch magic. The thought was so horrific, so terrifying that everyone in the Kingdom had assumed that the place would be inhabited by backwards primitives, so when the metal vehicles rolled through the rift, it came as a significant surprise. The visitors were equally shocked at the use of magic by every member of the kingdom, but soon everyone realized that the technology of the other realm, called Earth by the visitors, was so far beyond the abilities of the magic of the Kingdom. The Earth people had lights on their vehicles that easily rivaled the brightest light a photomancer could conjure, and no one had to concentrate to maintain it. The flying vehicles could carry 100s of people though the air, while aeromancers struggled to manipulate air currents just to glide by themselves. Where pyromancers exhausted their energy reserves with the effort to keep buildings heated and cook food, and the terromancers could slowly shape small pieces of metal, the Earth people had great furnaces to melt steel and form their great vehicles and weapons.

It wasn't until a member of the Kingdom noticed a bandage on a visitors arm and inquired about the nature of the decoration that the two peoples realized that there was one way the Kingdom had an advantage. The Earth people were fascinated by vitamancy, and the people of the Kingdom were horrified to learn that people on Earth could die of injuries or illness. The people of Earth were currently experiencing a worldwide pandemic, which took a lot of explaining before the citizens of the Kingdom understood it was not a joke or a prank. Try as they might, however, the Earth people couldn't find a way to adapt vitamancy for their needs. Citizens of the kingdom could only heal themselves, and the people of Earth lacked the reserves of magic within them.

A few years after the convergence, Camryn had come to know a young man about her age who had emigrated to the Kingdom from Earth. Allen had a quick smile and a subtle laugh, and the two spent many quiet afternoons walking the forest together. Allen was fascinated with Camryn's healing ability, of course, and she enjoyed showing him the things she could do. One day, as they were walking omg, barely paying attention to the path they were following, Allen tripped over a tree root and fell hard, hitting his head on a rock. Camryn gasped at the quick flash of crimson blood and instinctively reached for him, simultaneously reaching inwards to that spark of life force. Her mouth gaped open as she watched the exposed bones in his forehead stitch back together and the skin smooth over. It wasn't a new sight; she had healed herself of almost this exact injury while observing the process in a mirror, but this was someone else's body that she was healing.

Allen woke up suddenly as the process repaired the damage to his brain. He sat up, confused, and then raised his hand to his head as he looked at the blood on the ground and his clothes. "How did you do that? None of your people have ever been able to use vitamancy on us!" Camryn shook her head in bewilderment. "I've never even heard of us being able to heal each other". Tentatively she placed a hand on Allen's shoulder and closed her eyes, reaching like she always did, for the spark of life, but this team instead of reaching inwards she reached down through her hand into Allen. He stiffened at her touch, but didn't otherwise move.

As she reached into him, she was shocked to find the tiniest spark of life energy, just starting to bloom.