Well, mostly wrong. Myra was right that my magic came from the essence within me. But she was wrong to say it wasn’t also connected to the four elements. The essence of a healer was magical in and of itself. Yet, I was clearly able to control the elements as I’d proven when I blew open the dungeon door.
Hilda hadn’t been lying. She’d given me everything I need. Earth was easy. I was sitting on stone. I rose, then grabbed a burning torch from a scone in the wall. There was fire taken care of. I searched around for water. There was none in sight. Oh, well, I hoped this would be enough. Though my mouth was dry, I moved my tongue around until I’d gathered a mouthful of spittle and spat it on the ground. Myra had told me that mixing blood with any of the elements made it stronger. Now it was
