We stayed out in the yard practicing until we hit a bird and it came tumbling from a tree. I rushed over to it and crouched. I began to stroke its wing and it slowly sat up and flew off, even though the wing was broken just a minute ago. Mom ran over to me and pulled me up by the arm.

"Noella, what did you just do? The bird was laying there and then, what did you whisper?" Mom said.

"I don't know. I said, 'It's OK, little bird. Your wing will be alright' and then my hand lit up and the bird flew off. Is that bad?" I asked.

"Not at all! Noella, you have two powers! This is very rare-very rare indeed! But, that will be perfect to reign with. Noella, you are a Healer. And a Water Fae! This is phenomenal," Mom said. She laughed happily.

"Will I be able to help them fix Louie?" I asked.

"It may be too weak to help much, but we could try. Hurry!" She rushed off and left Edward and I in her dust.

"Quite impressive, Noella Vanessa Marie Katherine Olivia Everly. Or should I say princess?" he said. I rolled my eyes and punched him lightly. He laughed.

I ran to catch up to Mom, but she was already at the door to Uncle Louie's rooms. She knocked on the door and the doctors opened it. "Hello?"

"Princess Noella wishes to help King Louis' wounds. She has found she has two powers, healing and water. The water may help his dehydration, and the healing is quite self explainitory. Please let us in." Without waiting for his answer, she let us in.

I stayed behind her, too afraid to get any closer to his bed. Uncle Louie lay there, his eyes closed, face sallow. I felt tears welling up inside my throat, but they stayed there.

"Please, try." A doctor led me closer to the bed where I stood in front of him.

"Now focus all your attention on Louis' wound. Go on," Mom whispered.

I held my hands over Louie's slow moving chest. His breathing was sparatic, but there. I focused my attention on Louie and muttered, "C'mon, Louie. You'll be OK." I kept repeating that until I couldn't repeat it anymore. The words slurred and came out, " ,you'llbealrrugghht." A doctor coughed and destroyed my concentration.

I looked over at him, glared, and then returned to my chant. This went on for about another half hour until, slowly, I saw a slight movement of Uncle Louie's eyes. He was waking up.

I had just healed my uncle.