Chapter 14

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Amora was standing with Travis in Amora's room, Drew lying unconscious in the bed. There were burns on Drew's body as a result of the fire while Travis remained unscathed. Travis applied green herbal leaves on Drew. The leaves, once applied on the black burns, turned red and then disappeared from Drew's body. The burns still remained and Drew was still unconscious.

"Why did you do this to him?" Amora asked Travis, her mouth dry. She was yet to recover from the shock of what Travis did. When she looked at Drew's eyes while he was lying on the ground, helpless in the fire, she felt like she saw her reflection when she felt oppressed by Travis.

"I am keeping the leaves on the table. Just do what I did now tomorrow morning and he will wake up by evening." Travis said and turned around from Drew's bed, moving towards the door. "If Eve comes, tell her that I have the ring."

"Didn't you hear what I asked?" Amora jolted quickly to the opening of the door, blocking Travis's way.

"I never listen to anything you say. Now move out of my way!" Travis looked at Amora disdainfully.

"No. I won't move until you answer me." Amora said, her lips trembling.

"What right do you have to question me?" Travis glared at Amora, his horse neighing outside Drew's room. "You know how much I hate you. If you don't move, I might release my pent-up frustration and paralyze you forever unlike what I did to Drew."

"I have the right to ask because I am Drew's comrade!" Amora screamed, her voice filled with anger echoing throughout the room.

Travis moved his lips to a scorn and said, "Is that so?" Travis turned back to Drew's direction and went closer to him and caressed a wound on Drew's neck.

"You see this. This happened while I was talking with him during the fire. Could you please heal the wound and make it look as if it never happened? I don't want Drew to hold any grudges towards me and since you are his friend and is genuinely concerned about him, you must be able to heal him completely right? I will explain everything to you after you just erase the wound I gave him by mistake." Travis said, a sly smile creeping through his lips.

Amora went towards Drew.

I can do this. I must do this. I can't let him go away without talking. Because I still haven't found the Great Book of Elimax, the only remaining book that contains healing enchantments, I can't do much. But surely I must be able to heal this wound if I just recollect what I have seen my mom do.

Amora touched Drew's neck. She felt the wound protrude out of his skin. She turned her nails into a soft silver feather remembering her mother's instructions when she did the same. Amora's nails quickly got fire at the tips and Amora moved her hands back, her nails turning to normal again. Her nails had got burnt. Behind, she could hear Travis's smirk. "If you had mastered your powers, none of this would have happened. If you hate me for what I say, then beat me up. But all you are is just talk. Nothing more. You cannot even master the language of hate, can you?"

Amora could feel her eyes quivering. She felt uncomfortable.

"You will never be one of us. So never question my decisions ever again. Don't even try to remind me of your existence by talking to me." Amora could hear Travis going out of the room.

What am I doing wrong? No, don't think that. Try more and stop Travis before he leaves.

Amora transformed her nails and tried to heal Drew, but the same thing happened over and over again. She was sure that Travis had gone out of the house after a few failed attempts.

Why doesn't it work? I have seen mom using it lots of times, why can't I do the same?

The reason I may not be able to do is because I am doing this on someone else. If I harm myself, I may do better because of the physical pain.

Amora took a lighter from the table and burnt her left hand. She bore the pain and then took a knife to slice out her skin. Her skin was bleeding.

Amora transformed her burnt nails on the right finger and tried to slowly cool her feather nails. But all it did was catch more fire.

What am I doing wrong? Even though I normally can't heal much, why are my finger feathers catching fire when it is in contact with burns? Now I can't even heal a bit of the wounds.

No. I must try again. I won't let Travis shut me. There must be a way. Transform my anguish into strength. One step at a time. Drew won't die now. There is time. There is no rush. It is the end result that matters. Stay calm and master my healing powers.

Amora kept on trying, but her situation did not change. Her right hand nails kept on getting blacker and blacker as a result of the recurring burns. However, for some reason, Amora became numb to the outside pain after few tries. It was her inside that was on fire. Her head was constantly speaking with Travis's words and her heart was trying to shout back, but the voice of her heart could only be heard feebly. Eventually, Amora's heart was constantly repeating Travis's words, which was now by-hearted. It could no longer side with Amora and speak for her.

I wish the elite medical enchanters were not dead. I wish mom was not dead. I wish I never knew what I was capable of. Why me? Why do I have to take all the burden? Why was I given something that I could not control? Why not someone else? Why must I be the last one?

Amora plopped herself onto the ground. Amora looked at the books lying in the shelves. She remembered how she loved books, especially story books. But those things no longer meant anything to her. If anything, she hated it more and more day by day. Ever since she came to Travis, books turned against her. Travis, the monster who learnt to calculate music like mathematics equations aided her in developing her hate. She wished time was stuck and she never met him. Ever since she came in his house, she changed into someone else, different from her younger self.

Amora closed her eyes. She remembered the day when she first appreciated that she read and used her powers to memorize the map at the age of eight.

It was a winter day. While she was walking in the deserted snowy streets of her village, she met an old couple in the car, asking her the direction to the Echra city as they could not read her mother-tongue. Amora said she would come back after asking her neighbors the direction but went and hid herself at the nearest hiding place to use her powers and find the location. After finding the location, she went and narrated the location to the old couple and when they could not understand, she drew the direction for them. After she drew it, the old couple said that Amora had a very good memory to narrate all that was said to her by her neighbors and Amora happily walked away sending off the old couple, glad that she read the book when she was told to and gaily shaking her head remembering the compliment.

Then the childhood image disappeared and the words of Travis repeated in her head.

Will I ever be able to retain my memory at least for small things like that time? Or will my memory keep on deteriorating? Because I am not chosen by destiny, would my existence become meaningless even if I do exist? Can I do anything for anyone?

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