Mantra Menutup Luka Novels & Stories

she archs her brow at me, this scar on your thigh, when did you get it? I cringe, "it is one that came back," she looks at me her big brown eyes flash black with gold specks, then back to brown, she moves my skirt to see it, and nods. "Pull on your power of strength and direct it to your hands, as if you will fight, now place you palm on the scar, let your power flow through your palm, let it flow and mend, feel the power flow." I look down and white light is between my leg and my hand. She watches as I do, "now move your hand slowly over the scar and focus on healing the scar, removing it." I move my hand gently over my skin feeling the raised flesh and then it's gone. "Pull your power

The skin around it was black and decaying. Aura whispered in my mind. Her presence was both comforting and profound. *Use your light,* she instructed. *It will heal them.* Glancing at the man, I made a promise. "I'm going to heal you." As I placed my hands over the bite, I focused every ounce of my being on the light within. Energy coursed through me, glowing with an intensity that startled even me. Slowly, the darkness retreated, the blackness fading as his skin regained its natural colour. Amazement filled me—I had never known my powers could achieve such a miraculous feat. The man's eyes fluttered open, gratitude shining within them.

I murmur encouragements softly, letting my voice guide him as much as the needles and herbs. Finally, I feel it, the moment when the physical healing is done. But his eyes are haunted. The damage is more than skin deep. His soul is fractured from violence, rejection, and fear. I close my eyes and extend my aura, carefully threading it into his essence, filling voids, reinforcing walls, offering comfort. The teens watch, wide-eyed, as the faint shimmer of my energy brushes over him like sunlight through leaves.

Then the spirit-woman tied her red sash. “Alright, Nyi,” Rengganis said, swallowing her last bite. She then drank plain water from a bamboo flask. Lady Nagini sat beside Rengganis, studying the woman’s weary face. “Listen carefully. I’ll teach you the jaran goyang mantra,” she said as Rengganis set the bamboo flask down. “I’m ready,” Rengganis replied. “Remember this well. Chant the mantra at midnight, eleven times. At dawn, twenty-one times. At sunset—” Lady Nagini explained. “You still remember the mantra I taught you earlier, right?”

She gave thumbs up to Lady Mana who smiled in return. They all faced Mariella waiting for her answer. She frowned, then stared at Lady Mana. "Aren't you going to cajole me like you did with Lynn?" Lady Mana shook her head negatively. "I don't have a choice, do I?" Mariella asked. "You don't." Aria hinted. "Fine..." Mariella stood up. "Let's get it over with." Aria struck hands with Lynn. "Increase their energy and heal their soreness and whatever is doing them." Lady Mana instructed Aria who nodded and got to work immediately.

Kara swallowed hard, imagining the horrific process. "These two ingredients," Rayden said, gesturing to the root and the ointment, "Will become the new adhesive that will regrow your finer energy tissues. But to reconnect your main, severed pathways, I must use my own spiritual energy as a golden thread to sew them together directly."

"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing, Hear this servant's prayer. Heal him ohh god of medicine. Touch him and heal him. Make your servant well with your cleansing touch. Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed.

It had stopped bleeding, and was about a half inch in diameter. "You can do this; I closed my arrow wound while we were running." Ale turned around and Seth could see a trail of blood where the arrow had grazed her arm. However, he couldn't see a wound even though he'd seen her get hit. There was some dried blood, but no cut. "Focus on the mana right next to your leg wound," she encouraged. "In your mind's eye, force it to close the wound and it will." Seth nodded and tried again. He focused on the mana cloud near his leg and pushed with all his might. Instantly, pain shot up and down his leg from the wound. He strangled a cry in his throat and instantly stopped pushing the mana.

One of the guards near the arena stepped forward—he had a shallow gash on his shoulder from training earlier. Lila looked uncertain, but the guard knelt in front of her. “Just place your hand on the wound,” Benita instructed. “And focus.” Lila placed her hand gently over the man’s injury. She closed her eyes again. A few seconds passed—then the glow returned, stronger this time, and the gash began to vanish right before our eyes. The guard stared down at his shoulder, mouth agape. “It’s… gone. Completely.” A gasp rose from the crowd.

"Now, picture your light flowing into his body. Visualize your light healing him from the inside." He has to be OK. I do as I am told, and I let my light go as deep as the wound is and see it healing him. He has to be OK. I can not lose him. The light gets brighter and blasts out of the cut, and I see the wound is closed. I look to Luca's face to see him smiling back at me. "I knew you could do it, cupcake." I giggle, but a few tears still make their way down my face.