Her memory stirred as she recalled Randolph's words about the healing streams that gushed from the Abra Mountains. With a thrill of sweet anticipation, she stepped back into the pool and submerged herself beneath the crystal-clear waters. The sensation of the water washing over her face was a refreshing delight.
She then discovered a small pool among the surrounding rocks, its surface as calm and clear as a mirror. Kneeling down beside it, she peered into the still water and was met with her own reflection. To her amazement, the ugly, twisted features she had known all her life had vanished. In their place was a face as serene and flawless as that of a beautiful young girl. The transformative power of the healing streams had worked its magic, and Jasmine couldn't help but marvel at the in
