Cora's POV
My lungs burn as I stop beside the large trunk of a great oak and lean over to catch my breath. Kara slumps to the earthen ground beside me, her body weak from using all her strength to remove the shackles from our hands. I kneel down beside her and cradled her scorched hands in mine.
"I told you it was too dangerous. Look at your hands." I looked around us and sighed in relief when I saw the small plant my eyes sought out.
Moving towards the small brush behind us, I bent over and inspected the root of the herb before tearing off a few leaves. Going back to Kara, I crush the leaves between my fingers and generously lather it against her scorched flesh. Kara lets out a pained hiss, but she bites her bottom lip as her eyes well up with tears. The sound of crunching leaves gave
