‘Lylah, you did it.’ He says breathlessly.

　　‘Shh, don’t move. You’re making the blood loss quicken.’

　　My mother kneels beside me and nods that she can heal him.

　　‘Wait! I say as she goes to heal him. ‘Let me do it.’ I say.

　　I hover my hands over his chest and close my eyes. A ball of light forms above his chest and explodes into millions of tiny particles that sparkle as they slowly land on him. All his wounds begin to heal, not even leaving a mark. Then I realise it has even removed the scar on his chest and arm. I heal the cut on my wrist, removing...