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"The original design of his life will thrive, and it will be his choice if he faces what was written for him or if he would take a new path to build it on his own." "Hold up. How did I break the curse?" "It wasn't just about finding out what hurts him. It was about healing him." "Healing him," I repeated and swiped the memory in my head where she mentioned healing Eric. "And I did?" "I saw what was written in his history in the library of the creatures held by the golden flower," she began. "And it had been in his head to obey what he was told by his mother." "His heart was fed in fear that he might disappoint his family, leading to an intense manipulation of his heart and mind. And you, you

“You’re not allowed to die right now, okay?” He groaned in response. That was not comforting. My eyes darted to the box of spellbooks I had dropped. I crawled over, threw the lid off, and started flipping through the titles like a madwoman. Finally I came across a small green leather book with little vine engravings curling up the spine. “Oh my god.” My heart thudded. “This is it.” The book of healing magic. I didn’t need to read the title. I remembered it. Isaac and I had practically used that book like a first aid kit growing up. Scraped knees, magic rashes, spider bites—you name it, this book fixed it.

He would never be the same. I read over an array of salves, of healing ointments and cosmetic fixes, but nothing about repairing bone or life. It was all surface layer healing. In my witch books, there were no solutions to bringing someone back to life besides sacrificing your own self. I found nothing useful, not even aid for a head wound. By the time there was a stacked pile upon the table, I realized I never found the book I was waiting to discover in the section. I got up to look for it, but it was clearly missing.

Nothing was going to be sufficient except the thing the hidden book had described in language I had read by candlelight three nights ago while sitting on the edge of my bed with my heart in my throat. A Flame Keeper's power. The specific warmth of it — not as a weapon, not extracted, not forced — but given. Willingly. The healing kind, the kind that went to the root of things rather than the surface, the kind that could follow the curse back to wherever it was anchored and pull it out the way you pull a splinter — with patience and precision and the understanding of exactly what you were reaching for. Me. I was the only thing that could fix this. And I did not yet know how.

teasing her. “ no ” she answered and I smiled. “ very well, carry on with the execution ” the blade was drawn and she was made to kneel , I would cut off the hands that touched her later ,for now I wanted to take note of her reactions. “ we pray the goddess thy soul to keep ” the Pack chanted , like we do others that has died by the blade . her mind seemed to come to a conclusion. “ wait ! I can heal you Emperor. ” I laughed.

At once, I saw something that could speed up our process with the cyaxin antidote. I quickly pulled it out, scanning the contents. I nodded, satisfied with it. I pulled out a few more books about rare plants and poisons that weren’t in the books I'd read in our pack. Then there were a few more books about healing, which I didn’t hesitate to take. There was also a thick leather book in the farthest corner. It was a journal of an unnamed Healer and innovator who chose to hide their identities for their own safety. There were notes of their few inventions that were lost to time, as well as unfinished projects. Written in it were the trial and errors and what could have been done, the repeated f

He called his doctor to hurry and meet him in his cabin here. "Hurry. There's no time!" He ordered and after he came inside his cabin, he cleans her. He checks her shots and there's one on her left shoulders and the other one was the most critical. Her wounds on her belly were deep and the blood won't stop. He's relieved that she's still breathing. Finally, doctor Killan came and he quickly prepared everything for Lucy's operation. Two weeks later... Gale took a sip of coffee inside his cabin while waiting for Lucy. She's healing and regaining her strength so quickly.

Let's do this. Giselle gave him a confused look while Hyun was too proud of himself. This book was the work of the God of Love. He put everything that he found all these years on how to improve one's love. Giselle opened the book. She saw it one time but did not pay much attention. "I t... h a s... m o r e... t h e n.... t h o u s a n d... p a g e s. W e... c a n... r a n d o m l y... t r y.. o n e.. t h i n g.... e a c h... d a y."

Victor Vane. Tucked into the corner of the photo was a digital note, written in that sharp, elegant cursive: “The Master Key was a beautiful prototype, Julian. But Zurich is where we build the Lock. See you at the 300-level.” The gold hum in my arm spiked for a fraction of a second—a warning. The "Healing" was complete, but the "Hunt" had just moved to a global stage.

To heal. To stories that remind us we are more than what tried to break us. With appreciation, — Clare Felix