A month had passed since Alison awoke. Her powers were mild, but it fascinated Abel. She was able to make the grass greener and trees flourish. The people working at the packhouse loved to see her use her powers. The crops they grew on the land flourished so well that the fertility spread to neighbouring lands. Alison felt and behaved as if she had always had her powers, and everyone behaved the same way. The anomalies that Uriel had caused had created holes in the memory Mishra wove for everyone, especially Alice, and the gods didn't like this fact, but there was nothing they could do about it because they were only allowed to use their ability once in each person's lifetime and they had done it already. They could have planned it better, but they had to move quickly. Alison's trip to fae
