Somanca ( The Healer)

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 🌿

Pic of Amanti's dress

The Queen was ill. It was a sorrowful song that was sang through the hallways of the palace. Even though Queen Tabrina was not my Queen my heart still ached for her. I wanted her to heal from whatever sickness that was slowly poisoning her once glorious form.

It was quite bewildering how such a strong being could fall just like that. And without cause. Kymil was working tirelessly to figure out the source of the Queen's illness but it was no use.

I even tried to heal her but Kymil was quick to get me as far away from the Queen as possible. He knew how I reacted to the ill or wounded and he was trying by all means to help me resist the pull. It would hinder my process, he said. And I understood him perfectly.

I paced about the room trying to think of something other than the Queen. And gods, it was proving to be difficult. I bit my lip, fists clenched tightly as I continued to walk back and forth.

It was maddening, the power my ability had over me. I was purposely looking away from the door hoping I wouldn't bolt and rush to the Queen's chamber. Yes healing was my strength and weakness. I prayed to Calima to give me strength.

I will not relent

I will resist

I will remain in control

That was the mantra that I recited over and over again in my mind. My eyes shifted to the door only to fall to the window.

I hurried to the balcony hoping to get a semblance of control over my power. This was not the time to lose control. Kymil would be disappointed. And disappointing him would really break me. I had been doing so great.

If anything I should take this as a test of resistance. There I go, making everything about me when it wasn't. The Queen was at the brink of death for Moggadoria sake.

I hit my head at that thought. I took long deep breath taking in the view of the kingdom. There was not much going on but even this high up I could tell the kingdom was troubled by the news of the Queen. The market square was not as packed as it usually was. The streets were not as full as they usually were and the people who trudged through the streets were shrouded with sorrow as though they were already in mourning.

My eyes watered a little. I felt so helpless and I wasn't even the one sick and confined to the bed. The strain to my powers was physically draining. My knees felt weak and I was struggling to keep myself standing.

I heard the door open and close. The light tapping of shoes headed in my direction. I turned slowly, balancing myself with the rail.

It was Amanti clad in black. And for the second time being here I was seeing her in a dress. She wore a dark green almost black lace dress that flared from her waist down. A black shawl cloaked her hair and draped to her shoulders. She looked as mesmerizing as ever and not the hardened warrior I've seen at the training fields. The blue of her hair was now black and the white just made it look exotic as always.

Her face was clouded with pain. Her eyes reflected nothing but a deep blistering agony and her spirit was so pained. I've never felt pain of this magnitude. It made my heart shatter. I wished badly to remove the blanket of anguish that cloaked her. I just wanted to see the smile I was so used to etched on her face.

I couldn't even rejoice that she was finally here. After the war she had been at her Queen's side day and night. It made me green with envy to watch them together. To me they looked like a puzzle perfectly shaped for one another and I was just a boulder in their way.