Ari's POV  

 

It was five years as a breeze in the trees.  

 

Some days were chill. Some days felt like a storm. But every day changed us.  

 

We were on the training field, and I was sweating as I liftedmy hands. My palms were faintly illuminated as the energy began to concentrate.  

 

Silas was standing with a resentful pride. “Steady, Ari. Don’t push too hard.”  

 

I am attempting, I said, and I had to make it slow.  

 

The light flickered, then straightened to a soft white.  

 

“Good,” Silas said. “Again.”  

 

My muscles were sore, and I continued. The magic of healing requires concentration, patience and moderation. I was not even...