Healer's Beginning

My mother always warned me to keep my abilities secret. She said that being a healer was dangerous, that I would be harmed if anyone ever found out. But right now, looking into the eyes of the one person that knew what I was, how could I not help? She begged me, pleading for me to save the one that was King in her heart. They say that the heart of a healer aches to help those who have been hurt. They had no idea.

If I did this, it could mean my life. I would be within their sights. In the Crown's clutches. If I didn't, it would mean Cirus' life. He would die.

There was no contest.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. Focused, the sounds of battle far in the distance. My mind calm, my soul awoke.

And in the next breath, my magic ignites.