Ari's POV
It was five years as a breeze in the trees.
Some days were chill. Some days felt like a storm. But every day changed us.
We were on the training field, and I was sweating as I lifted my hands. My palms were faintly illuminated as the energy began to concentrate.
Silas was standing with a resentful pride. “Steady, Ari. Don’t push too hard.”
I am attempting, I said, and I had to make it slow.
The light flickered, then straightened to a soft white.
“Good,” Silas said. “Again.”
My muscles were sore, and I continued. The magic of healing requires concentration, patience and moderation. I was not even able to feel energy five years ago. I might pull it, bend it, control it now.
I wiped my forehead. “How many more?”
“One more,” Silas said. “Then we check on
