The night was over, and morning started.
After some time John wakes up and sees a beautiful morning.
He is feeling so fresh because of the scars on his body. The pain he felt from long days after the fight was gone.
The sear of fire that had consumed him for weeks was gone—vanished as though it had never existed. No herb, no poultice, no healer in the entire kingdom could have done what she did.
John couldn't help but think again and again. Elsa, with her peaceful eyes and gentle hands, had leaned across him and said something on her breath.
A soft flow of light had poured out of her palms, quiet and powerful, into his wounds. And then…
the pain was gone. The scar was gone.
"Father,"
John finally broke the silence,
turning to Eric, who sat at the long oak table with a thoughtful look.
"How is this possible? With a astonished vibe.
No healer I've seen has powers like hers. Elsa… she's different. Isn't she?"
