Page 62 of Vibing Unity

I walked around lost in my thoughts before going inside and kneeling in the very center.

Please help me find a way to heal what we can’t now. I know I’m being greedy. I know I’m asking too much and we can’t heal everyone, but I think this time—I think this is possible. It feels possible, and if I didn’t ask for help and it was, I would never forgive myself. Please. I want to let her have a normal life after the abuse she has suffered.

I want to give the same to my people who have endured too much. I know I cannot fix anything amputated. I’m not delusional but those wings—her leg and arm. The bones aretherebut too smashed or mangled. If I can heal fairies from the deathly toxin of demons, there has to be a way I can do this too. We can. I humbly beg for help, or tell me it’s not possible and give me peace.

Immediately, I received a warning not to be so demanding and the gods weren’t my pets to ask for favors. Yeah, that was fair, but it never hurt to ask.

Well, it was probably that last part about giving me peace if it really wasn’t possible.

It seemed some other gods didn’t like that attitude and sent me several messages… At once.

Ouch.

Seriously. Fuckingouch.

It knocked me out. I went from accepting what the first god said to overloaded and lights out.

I woke with a gasp, someone shaking me and emotions practically pouring all over me.

“Your Grace, you must calm yourself!” someone bellowed.

“Mate, fuck off with the volume,” I mumbled and then grabbed my head with a groan. “I still don’t know if I believe all of this or—tell my dad when he goes to Paradise with the godshe needs to kick their asses. Or someone put in a fucking order system like at the deli.”

“Okay, well, that explains what happened,” Shael said as she practically plopped on the ground. “Someone came to pray and just found you unconscious here. We had no idea about—fuck, Tamsin. Seriously, we thought the worst.”

“Sorry.” I realized it was Neldor holding me and patted his arm to let me up.

“Don’t fucking move because I’m barely holding it together,” he rasped. “You were barely—your heart was too quiet and—” He tried to swallow a sob as he buried his face in my hair.

“I’m fine, Nel. It was probably just a shock—I want some fucking migraine meds or—” I sighed when he put healing runes on me with my magic. “Thanks.”

“Meira received messages and—not like this,” Shael worried.

“Aunts and uncles are a bit pushier,” I joked. “That’s still so fucking weird to say, but—I asked for help and…” I sat up, careful not to crash my head into Neldor’s. “I got the answer.”

“Answer to what, baby doll?” Neldor asked as I tried to stand. “Tams, chill. Just fucking take a minute to—”

“I can’t. They’re in pain.” I teleported back to where we woke fairies. People were being helped still and fed, most with a family member or someone they knew.

Except one.

I looked for a bit and found him sitting off to the side, quietly crying and trying to eat. He was the one I’d seen earlier who didn’t have any family or friend for him, but a volunteer. I’d seen him thank the person and lie he was fine after the healer informed him that his wings couldn’t be fixed.

He was the one who looked like Rich. Not physically, but that lost, destroyed look that was giving up and nothing could ever be good in the world again.

The look that he just wanted the pain and his life to stop.

I squatted down in front of him, tears running down my cheeks. “Please don’t give up. Please, it’s not over.”

“It’s too much,” he rasped. “They all died in the war and now I can’t even fly. I’ll be an outcast and—”

“That’s changed,” I promised, not able to keep calm. I dropped to my knees and covered his hands with mine. “I am changing that and—I asked the gods for help. Please. I don’t know if it will work. I don’t know that I—it’s all still crazy to me, but it’s worked so far. I’ve made fae fire and healed people I shouldn’t have been able to.”

“Tamsin, please,” Neldor whispered as he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me to my feet, obviously having given chase.

“No!” I shouted as I yanked away from him. “I can heal him! I won’t lose another this way.” I grabbed the fairy’s hands again. “It will hurt. I don’t know if it will work. The vision was clear to heal something so big, a price had to be paid. It couldn’t be easy or people wouldn’t learn to stop the fucking wars. Please, don’t give up and try to endure the pain. I can help you.”

“Your Highness, maybe we should—” someone tried to cut in.

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