Her hands reached for the stuff laying below her bed. She grabbed her legendary sword Arondight, forged to kill the mightiest of dragons, and used it as a cane to stand out of bed. “What’s the matter…”
“Kia, my gods, are you drunk?” He closed the door behind before opening the window with telekinesis, letting fresh air inside.
“No, I just had… a little too much wine last night… gimme a sec…” She put a hand on her chest. “[Cure].”
The hangover ended with an aura of green light, and Kia could think properly again. “Better,” she said, standing straight and smirking at her old teammate, “Hi, Kevin.”
“It’s Nostredame!” her friend lambasted her. “How many times did I tell you to use my hero name?”
Kia remembered, but still teased him. Like many other Claimed, Kevin had chosen a new, fantasy
