The bad: I was in enough pain, I wished the fall from the helicopter had killed me. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just the fact I was lying in the middle of a forest in Maryland with a broken leg and bruised body. Usually, when I put all my energy into it, I healed at an otherworldly rate. When I hit the ground, I’d been in much worse condition, and I’d managed to heal the worst of it – drawing off my Titan power – until suddenly, my body stopped repairing itself. The forest was tranquil and dark, and I lay still, watching the stars slowly track across the sky, until the eastern horizon began to lighten. The moon lingered, though, as if to watch me in my torment. Not that I blamed it. I was certain it had some reason to resent me. Most people and deities seemed to. Smiling at the errant thought, I shivered and grimaced at the pain even this small motion caused me. I healed from the inside out, which meant my organs and bones were fine. It was my skin and the muscle beneath it that hadn’t had a chance to recover before my power stopped flowing.
