“Don’t move,” Kallen’s lips mouth. I’m pretty sure the hand thing was the last of my ability to do so, so I readily comply. In my peripheral vision, I can see others are freaking out around us. My eyes, though, stay focused on Kallen. He is my anchor. Even when Isla is kneeling beside me, assessing my injuries, I hold his gaze. I barely register the poking and prodding she’s doing. It’s probably not a good thing that I don’t feel any pain. I am in and out of consciousness while I am carried upstairs on a magical gurney. I’m brought to the Princess bedroom and gently placed on the bed. Kallen has not left my side. Even as my friends crowd around me, he has a firm grip on my hand, scared to let go. I must lose consciousness again because when I blink my eyes, there are several people gathered around me and a fire is raging in my chest. Mom, Dagda, Isla, Tabitha, Tana, Kegan, Adriel, Raziel, Alita, Conor, Jadyn, Grandpa, Mohana, the Elf Queen, the Goblin King, and surprisingly, Arie and Kai, all have their hands held out above me and each has as much magic drawn as they can manage and it’s all focused on me. More specifically, it’s focused on my chest. They are healing me. Able to move my head now, I look down and am completely freaked out when I see the blue flames.
