"It's all my fault!" she wailed. "I should have been ready for this! I should have found a tree we could climb instead of the cave!"
I quieted her and told her that it wasn't her fault, and that I would be alright, but we had better get out of there before something carnivorous got curious and decided to come sniffing around. She asked if I could get up; I tried, but another sharp pain in my side prevented it. She pulled me upright and helped me walk to the nearest tree, which was some thirty yards away.
"What happened here?" I asked, amazed. She gave me a funny look.
"Don't you remember? We were being attacked by wyrsa, and suddenly you went berserk! You let out a blast that burnt everything within thirty yards to ashes! It's a good thing you had shields on me! Blew me clear to the edge of the circle as it was!"
She sent her bondbird, Kaeli, ahead to the Vale to get some help ready. When we got there, Dewflower was waiting with my mother, Nightwing, at my ekele. They helped me back to my ekele. There were burn marks on my hands and arms, so one of Dewflower's hertasi brought some salve, which she put on the burns. It hurt, and I passed out again.
I woke up the next day when Summerstar brought me breakfast.
"Morning, ashke. Feeling any better?"
"A little," I replied. "At least I can talk now, and my hands don't burn anymore. So what's wrong with me?"
"Not sure," he told me. "I heard Dewflower talking to your mother. She said your channels are scorched, but that some channels she didn't even know were there are open now. I knew you had Adept potential, but now she's saying you've got a lot more power than before. If you have that much power, that would make you a…a Healing Adept!"
"No, I'm sure that's not what she meant," I hastily assured him. "She probably just meant one or two channels she didn't see before. There's no way I could be a Healing Adept. I mean, if I had power like that, somebody should have found it by now. I'm sixteen!"
"I don't know," he said dubiously. "I know Dewflower pretty well. She's my teacher too, you know. She's pretty thorough when it comes to stuff like this."
"I know, ashke, but still…" I trailed off. He couldn't be right, could he? That would be horrid. It would separate me even further from Meadowstorm, and it would make me different from all the other mages. But no, I was NOT a Healing Adept, and I never would be. Ever.
My family and friends visited me while I was recuperating, and after a few days, I felt well enough to go to the celebration of Meadowstorm's sixteenth birthday.
It turned out that Summerstar was right, after all. When all my channels had healed, Dewflower broke the bad news. I was appalled. Me, a Healing Adept? I wanted to be a scout, not a mage! Now she was telling me that I was not only a mage, but one with Healing Adept potential! Woe is me, alright.
Well, I learned to deal with it. Good thing too, because I'm still only in the beginning steps of learning to use my power. I'm always learning new things. My one love in magery is to see what new ideas I can come up with. I said I was an explorer, didn't I? At least that hasn't changed.