Aerith Novelas e Histórias

**Healing Powers** The sun was just beginning to dip below the canopy of trees, casting a warm golden hue over the forest as Aria diligently gathered herbs. She loved this sacred space, filled with the earthy scent of moss and the calming sounds of rustling leaves. Suddenly, amidst the tranquil whispers of nature, a faint cry for help pierced through the air, shattering the peace and sending a jolt of concern through her body. Without a second thought, she dropped her carefully collected herbs and ran towards the sound, her heart pounding like a drum.

"This is horrible", Arieon groaned in pain as she tried to balance the pain she was feeling at her lower back. "Just relax", Agatha told her. "Relax? That's easier said than done. I can't even rest on my back!", Arieon exclaimed.

RHEA’S POV “Captain," A.R.I.A suddenly said, “Life-support reading found. But it is unstable.” “Life-support?" I muttered with a small frown as I looked down at the screen. “There's no life on here to support. What do you mean?" *Life-reading is… moving," A.R.I.A replied, her robotic tone unnervingly calm. *Speed climbing to… three… four… five zarats per earth-second.*

Something about them wasn’t adding up. The cream smelled of lavender and something else and looked similar to what Jared had given her. She took a little with the tip of her finger and lifted her shirt. “That looks more than a little bruised, Ava,” Alpha Diego said as he put some drinks on the table. The cream seemed to work the moment it touched her skin, so she wondered if Iulia had whipped it up herself. Relief made her sit back and take her first full breath since Mr Hansson had broken her ribs.

​POV ARIA The dull, hollow clack of Liora pressing that red button echoed inside my head, louder than the automatic fire chewing up the snow-cat’s reinforced plating. ​A high-pitched telemetry hum bled through my earpiece, the unmistakable acoustic signature of a high-bandwidth satellite array initiating a handshake. She had done it. The raw, unencrypted source code of Arthur Kane’s primary predictive algorithm was spilling out into the troposphere, cascading toward every rogue server bank from Novosibirsk to Panama City.