Time drew on in the cell my arm agonising whenever I attempted to move it, yes, I could heal some wounds; but bones, that was something I had yet to master. I curled up into a ball on my side, sobbing silently as I attempted to keep myself warm, unable to do so as I could not call on my power. The room seeming to be closing in all around me. I could have transformed perhaps, maybe into a bat, but with my arm lying broken and twisted beside me, I wouldn't have been able to fly. No matter what I transformed into, the shattered limb would follow.
How much more of this could I take, how much torment did I deserve?
I wished more than anything that my mother was here to advise me, though I knew what she would more than likely say “You have gotten yourself into this mess dear, now let's see ho
