Seretha stared at me and then started to yell. “Keroshan, this girl is my niece. If you don’t heal her, I will murder you with my own hands!”
I could tell by looking at her expression that she was serious. But why wouldn’t she be? This girl must really be important to her.
“Seretha.” I said. “You know I won’t do this. You know me better than that!”
“That’s exactly it! I know you better than this! This girl is dying because of your friend!” She looked at Serpethion. “And this girl is like my daughter! I thought that we were friends! If we are, then you will help my daughter!”
We were friends. But that was two hundred years ago when she was a year younger than me. Does the term ‘friend’ still work since she is now twice my age?
“Keroshan!” Chirpy yelled. “She’s dying!”
I looked at the
