Chapter 18

A surprised look on his face, Tom had been wondering about that. Maybe that was why it had been so easy healing everyone that had been hurt by Malamon.

Thinking for a moment, Tom wondered if he was now stronger than Malamon. Despite his anger, Tom couldn’t understand how he’d been able to get past Malamon’s defenses so easily. Looking back at the two mages, Tom saw colors emanating from them—strange, he hadn’t noticed them before. Scanning the room, he saw colors from every living thing. Looking at the older mage, he noticed what seemed like an injury to his right hand and wrist.

“When did you hurt your hand and wrist?” Tom asked, to which the older mage’s eyes widened.

“It was a long time ago, 3000 years ago. I caught part of a spell gone wrong, and it twisted my hand. I’ve been unable to perform many spells because of it. As I explained before about healing, there was no one really strong enough to heal it,” the older mage said.

“May I try? Talinda of the Fairies was teaching me a few days ago,” Tom said.

The older mage’s eyes flew wide. Talinda had taught a mage? Now, the older man was impressed. Talinda had NEVER taught anyone other than other fairies. Holding out his hand and wrist, Tom looked closer, seeing where it had been twisted to the point of breaking and the little healing that had been done. Changing his energy, Tom concentrated on the old injuries. The mage’s eyes flew open and his mouth hung open as he felt the energy flow into his hand. Within 10 minutes, the pain had started to fade. Twenty minutes later, he could see his hand straightening. After thirty minutes, Tom stopped and looked closer. Almost all of the old injury was gone; the hand had been restored to 90% of what it had been.

“I restored most of your hand and wrist, but you’ll need another healing in a week after this has set more,” Tom told the shocked older mage. Azel could only smile now. Maybe the older man would shut up and stop his complaining about the pain.

Tom hadn’t seen Talinda appear behind him, nor did he see the huge smile and look of pride on her face.

Stepping forward after the mages left, Talinda bowed again to Tom, prompting him to bow to her. A gasp arose from her and another older fairy that was with her.

“Mage Tom, I would like you to meet my sister. I have been trying for 200 years to help her. My healing magic is strong but nowhere near as strong as yours. From what I just saw, I think you can help her.” Tom looked at the much older woman, seeing the colors dance—odd, but they were almost reversed from what he usually saw from others.

“I can try. What is wrong with her?” Tom asked, still looking at her.

“She was a healer as I am, but her magic no longer works. When I look at her, I see everything going almost backward,” Talinda stated.