As before, the Pearl delivered its message like a whisper in her ear. This time the voice was feminine. An image of Jenette’s statue of Jahcivan flashed through her mind.
“The second of three, this trial you pass. Another piece of you breaks free. Wield your power wisely, my daughter.”
The voice faded, and she expected her newfound senses to follow suit, much as they had after she had healed Toport. But the silence stretched and the searing light of Toport’s power did not dim. A quiet, pained cry burst from her lungs and she collapsed to her knees, clutching her head. Toport knelt beside her, gripping her shoulder.
“Koragi,” he barked. He turned her to face him and she squeezed her eyes closed tighter. “I can still sense your magic. What is going on? What has happened?”
“It won’t go aw
