Only you have the power to save them...  a sweet voice reminded me...Save them all

The memory of my mother reared up before me, so intense that for a minute the greens of the forest plundered in my vision, the image of it transposed over the frozen horror to come. I smelled the rain, felt the coolness of fresh air running through my face and hair. I remembered the feats my mother has performed with her gifts, the stance she took when she chose to heal ravaged the recesses of my mind.  The bearing of her breath in the cold night when she helped dying animals and plants, the isolated...