Lysa
I am sitting frozen on the patio still holding the cup of tea halfway to my mouth, still reeling from her unexpected revelation. My mind is racing, trying to process what she just said. How could I possibly be the healer of the earth? And a f*****g prophecy are you f*****g serious?
Tori is watching me carefully, waiting for a response. I can see the pity in her eyes, but I refuse to let her see how much her words have shaken me. I take a deep breath and try to maintain a neutral tone.
"Come again?" I ask, still struggling to wrap my head around her words.
Tori gets up and comes around the table to take a seat next to me and takes my hand in hers. "I believe you are the healer of the earth. For told in a prophecy," she repeats, her voice gentle.
I can feel my heart racing in my c
