Morning came, but it didn’t feel like a good one.
Celestia lay in her tent, eyes barely open. Her whole body felt heavy. Her head pounded like drums, and her chest felt tight. The air was warm, but she felt cold.
It was the side effect of using that rare magic—Freya’s healing magic. She had used it too much the day before, trying to save as many people as she could.
Now, her body was paying the price.
Kieran sat beside her, wiping her face gently with a cool cloth. His eyes were full of worry.
“Are you alright, darling?” he asked.
Celestia gave him a small smile.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
But she wasn’t. Her head felt like it would explode any minute now. Her stomach turned every time she moved. The world spun when she tried to sit up.
Adelaide walked in with a warm drink made fr
