Chapter Twenty-SixThe glow faded. Io stood as before, wingless, human, dressed in a torn tee shirt and the slacks he had been wearing the day he had found her.
“You want to tell us what the little light show there was?” John Wolverton was on his feet, ready to pounce, although not as quickly as he was in his younger years.
Samantha stepped to Io's side, placing a hand on his arm. She would lead here. “It's okay Io. You're safe here.”.”
Io gave her a quizzical look and turned to the council. “I believe the metaphysical change I just underwent belies any rational explanation. Wasn't it obvious that my powers were restored? The sword is a conduit to the power of souls. I drew on that energy and regained abilities beyond those you would consider explainable.”
“You're saying that you are no
