Whispers of a Hidden Power

The van jostled as we raced through the night, making Jaxon wince with each bump in the road. I sat beside him, my hand gripping his, trying to offer some comfort while battling my own exhaustion. Despite the chaos around us, I couldn't help but notice how the healer, Lysander, kept glancing at me with curious eyes.

"Try to keep him still," Lysander instructed as he checked Kaelen's vitals. "Both of them should be in much worse condition, considering the extent of their injuries."

I nodded, watching Jaxon's face contort in pain. His breathing was shallow but steady—a miracle after what we'd been through.

"How much farther?" I asked, my voice hoarse from screaming and crying.

"Almost there," the driver called back.

Lysander finished checking Kaelen's bandages and moved closer to Jaxon. "It's fascinating, really," he murmured, more to himself than to me.

"What is?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity despite my fatigue.