Chapter 11
Haedon gulped but there was no stopping the tenacious young lady.

“Quick, use your power now!” yelped Kyara, who was rapidly turning a ghastly shade of alabaster.

Nervously, Haedon placed his fingertips gently on either side of the bleeding gash and wished fervently, once again, for Kyara’s wound to heal.

The two of them stared intently at Kyara’s wound, which continued to weep steadfastly.

“Err…nothing’s happening,” said Kyara after a few seconds. She wiped the blood on her arm with her uninjured hand, cleaning it on the base of her T-shirt.

“Stop stating the obvious! I’m already trying my best,” barked Haedon, vexed.

The skin around Kyara’s wound started to turn slightly red. “Look at your wound! Why is it turning red? Does it hurt?” Haedon asked in concern.

“No, it’s not unpleasant or painful. It just feels warmish, like someone put a heat patch on it,” Kyara assured Haedon. “But we’re missing the main point. My wound isn’t getting healed, unfortunately.”

Taking a deep breat
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Sorry I wasn't able to publish anything last week. My day job beckoned ;-)

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