Chapter 24 - WacławI’m dying?
JUST MINUTES BEFORE, I had been more alive than ever with the winds rushing through me. The entire world had been at my fingertips as I sensed the storm rushing against the trees and Otylia’s free hair. If I’d listened to the płanetnik, I would have blanketed the tribe in a blizzard and shown Mikołaj he was wrong about me. It frightened me how tempting the offer was.
But now my muscles burned as if the winds had seared my veins. My power was killing me, sucking away every drop of energy I had. The pain was too much, and all my senses were numb except for the ash that singed my soul itself.
I stared up at Otylia as she held me in her arms, protecting me from the frost. Though her words were lost to my ears, I knew she pleaded for my life as rivers flowed dow
