z P
na's cry sliced through the wind, a sharp sound of terror that was cut short. I couldn'
cold of the sea, my b
nding the organs that had been ruptured by the impact. An anc
Spirit-touched power, command life a
wn skull. I saw hands-countless hands-performing miraculous medical p
ories: This is the legacy of my mother's line
nt, I felt a connection open in my soul-a link to an unseen space. I could feel what was inside: countless
ntle force lifted me, pushing
snappe
ungful of salty water,
s al
ming toward a hidden cove sheltered by jagged rocks. I had just enough streng
ns of cuts, but the fatal internal injuries... they were healing. I co
poultice to treat the cuts. It even told
evice between two rocks. I crushed it with a stone and applied the paste to my wounds. A
n the cliff replaying in my mind. My express
ad. She had died th
ew, someone who had inherited an ancie
e Jones family that had
make
ed groan cut through t
y breath, and crept sil
e, hidden by a massiv
though torn and soaked, were exquisitely tailored from
lay broken on the ground. Dark hair, wet with bloo
y heart pounding,
and a high-bridged nose. But his lips were tinged with purple,
k lines, like the scales of a dragon, were visible ju
y head supplied th
d he's been poisone
tance for which there was no known cure. It
ories, I now possessed the on
mind, swift and sharp. The Jones family wanted me to mar
orrath noble, a man who wa
out to get ver
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