Chapter 6

Bright light stabbed my eyes. I'd thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes again, I saw a sky full of stars. The air carried the sweet scent of flowers and grass, no longer blood and ash. I was wrapped in soft cloth, lying on a warm grass mat. A gentle voice spoke: "Don't move. Your body hasn't fully healed." I turned my head and saw a man. He wore a pale gray robe, black hair falling to his shoulders, eyes holding an otherworldly calm. His fingertips glowed faintly silver, the light...