Healing the Curse

February 24, 2008 at 2:37 pm (Aiyana Stories, Dreams and Wishes, The Coming)

Healing the Curse

"Aghh!" I cried, scrambling up and found that though the body was warm and thus alive, it was unmoving. I sat back upon my heels for a moment, then reached out to find my hand upon the naked chest of an unconscious man.

My hand moved hesitantly to his face; I hoped to do what I’d seen other blind people do, to ’see’ this man by touch. I found he had a strong, smooth chin, high cheekbones, and a slender nose, his hair was soft and silky as I ran my fingers through it.

"You know I can feel everything you do? What are you doing anyway?"

"Oh! I’m so sorry! I was just trying to feel what you looked like," I said, blushing ferociously.

"That is alright, I understand. Now, if you would please help me?"

"But, I don’t see how there is anything I could do," I told him sorrowfully.

"But there is! You have power, even in my current state of being I can sense it! You just have to know how to use it!"

"That’s just it though, I don’t know! I don’t even know what you are talking about! I have no power!"

"You do! Trust me you do! You just have to believe in yourself. Now listen to me, all you have to do is put your hands to my temples and concentrate, envision a golden winged horse, breaking free of the chains which bind it, that’s all. Can you do that?"

"I – I guess I can," so I placed my hands as he had directed and I concentrated, picturing the horse just as he said. He soon began to twitch, he groaned in pain, like from the agony of near dead limbs suddenly being rejuvenated.

Then he suddenly grabbed my wrists, sat up, and pushed me back upon my heels. He coughed hoarsely, then spoke in a physical voice, "Thank you, thank you so much! My name is Janin," and though Janin’s voice was rough with disuse, it was still one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard.

"You’re welcome," I said a little uncomfortably, as he was still holding my wrists.