Fire and death flew away, taking with him my fear and anxiety. I was alive, for now. Left behind was a blackened, smoking grove of trees. The intense drumming of ten thousand rain drops ceased. The softer drip and sizzle continued. Wailing and cries for help followed smoke billowing into the sky.
A strong wind began to blow through the ancient forest. Much like at Enoch’s Pardon, it seemed the weather itself knew exactly what was needed to help. The smoke inside the giant tree dwellings was blown out.
I turned around quickly when I heard Gwen shout for me. She was leaning over an unconscious elf and a sadyr. I could see the slightest glow of blue emanating from Gwen’s soot covered head.
“Fios, over here. Quickly!”
I rushed over as Gwen was looking over the elf. She pointed to the pearls in my healing belt. “I told you we’d need it. Use a little healing on each of them. They’re alive, barely.”
I nodded. Reaching out my hand, I placed it ov