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