The Cursed Gift

Part 3:Magic of Healing

              《CLAUSIA'S POV》

I started with a whistle, barely a whisper. I went at a slightly low tune, and felt something soft tingling at my fingers. Slowly, I got higher and a bit louder. My voice that I whistled gently echoed around the room. Peace surrounded us.

I now sang, a sweet voice rich in tone and. It was pure melody, no lyrics added into it. Something in me sparked as I went higher.

Was it me, or is the ground starting to ripple?

I wasn't sure. I felt my senses fading away as I went for my all high notes, feeling my body tremble lightly as my heart soothed to a slow beat.

I don't even know if we were in the room anymore. We seemed to be enveloped in a new surrounding, and then all around us were endless galaxies of different shades of rich yellows, gleaming through our bodies like we weren't solids. I focused on my voice, adjusting my vocals to the correct pitch.

I seemed to lose my control of what I was singing as I changed tune to tune in dramatically quick speeds, putting so much emotion into my voice it was nearly unreal.

Finally I slowed, and the surroundings changed back to normal. I was exhausted. I glanced back at the guy. He was quiet. In his eyes, there was something different about him. His eyes- they were different. Better. More real.

He breathed, almost like he had never breathed before. His face changed colour, from pale to normal. Slowly, he pushed his shaggy and messy hair to one side.

"Thank you," he murmured, still feeling dazed."Thank you."

I smiled.

Suddenly someone burst into the room."Brother!"

We turned our heads to her. She had dark navy blue hair like him, her locks of hair falling perfectly to her back and making her look like a charm.

A word escaped from the hospitalized guy."Miza?"

For a moment the girl seemed stunned, but soon her eyes gleamed with tears."I had been always waiting for you to call me that."

After a heartwarming conversation, Miza brought me out of the room. She tightly held me and asked,"Please, tell me, how did you save my brother?"
At first I was reluctant, but seeing her loving her brother so dearly, I told her the truth.

"I healed him-by singing."