The Last Healer

Chapter 26: Ariella

Chapter 26 Ariella

The flowers danced with the wind as I walked towards the fountain, my hair flying around me, playing in the wind. I couldn't help but allow a soft giggle to escape from my lips as I felt the odd sensation of my hair being out control. The wind died after a moment and my hair fell and rested on my shoulders.

My eyes scanned the garden and I was quick to realize that I was alone. Alexander was not here yet and he may not arrive for a little while.  Dropping the basket on the edge of the fountain and perching myself up on the edge, I ran my fingers through my hair, encountering a knot or two.

Today was really different, I felt different. Even with the nightmare, going back there, it was almost like there was a difference in me. Just from my short time being here. I didn't have a lot of fear towards my parents or my siblings, I found myself looking forward to the times that I got to spend with Alexander, and I was becoming excited about being able to use my Power, to accept a part of me that I never was able to before. I couldn't help but feel like this is how I am supposed to feel, that this is the life that I'm supposed to lead.  A part of me wanted to know what would happen next, what would happen to my family and to me. Will life always be this beautiful?

My head dropped down and my eyes focused on my clasped hands. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, I could do it. That I could learn to Heal. I wanted to. The desire and love filled my heart and I wanted to try.

Slipping my hand into the basket, I pulled out the book that Shanae had given me. The book about the beginner techniques. If I could learn and master these, than I had a chance. I had to do it. For myself and for others.

Flipping it open, my eyes scanned the words and the introductions. I absorbed the knowledge that it was offering, the warnings of pushing oneself, and the sense of importance that the book provided. Then, the lessons began. The first one was rather simple, similar to the things that I had already done. Controlling the water. Having it flow around me, holding onto it and letting it live. It said that the water was free and hard to control, but we could guide and will it to do as we ask.

The second lesson was slightly different. It says to guide and hold the water around the body, on the skin, and allowing it to flow around it. That the water needed to stay at the one area, the smaller the area, the harder control. This was needed for Healing so that one would only Heal what needed to be Healed.

With the book resting on the side of the fountain, I stood up and turned to it, a smile as large as I had ever seen looked back at me from the ripples of the water. My eyes closed and I called out to my Power, allowing it to flow around inside of me. It danced around, almost like it was happy, the feeling of exhilaration and excitement masked the pain. Eagerness drove me forward, the pain lost somewhere in the back of my mind. Plunging my hand into the cold water, I could feel as my Power shot from my fingers, pulling the water onto my skin.

The water clung tightly as I pulled my hand out of the fountain; it swirled around in the small space that it was given. The smile on my face equaled the enthusiasm of my Power, it was bright and cheerful, something that one would want to have all the time. Raising my hand to eye level, I watched the water swirl around inside, free as can be, yet held to my hand.

The smaller the area, the harder to control.

The words echoed in my mind and I realized what I had to do. I had to push myself, to see if I can control my Power. My eyes focused on my pointer finger, willing the water to head and stay there. The water slowly inched up my hand, freeing my wrist and then the palm; it dribbled down my fingers to the base of them and over to the pointer fighter. The bulb of water grew larger, blowing up like a bag filled with items. Sweat dripped from my nose and I realized how hard I was focusing, how hard I was working. I didn't regret it.