When I regained consciousness, I was still sitting on the chair, but no longer tied. I looked around. Major Craen was looking at me with a satisfied look on his face. Grandpa had worried eyes, while the mage next to him was examining me like an insect.
The mage approached me. I tried to stand up, to get away from him. The last thing I wanted was for anybody to use their magic on me.
"Sit down, Miss Bedwen," the healer said. "You're still too weak. You shouldn't move now. Your mind needs to resettle, get used to everything again."
"No... magic," I said, weakly, but clearly. My voice was raspy, my throat dry.
The Major smirked.
"No Healer would risk using magic on you right now," he said. "Your aura is so full of dark magic, and you're irradiating it with such strength, that even being
