Meanwhile, back with Anaya, Rhys, and Kisha…
It had been two weeks. Two long, quiet weeks during which the healer visited regularly to check on Anaya's condition.
That morning, the golden rays of sunlight streamed softly through the cracks in the wooden roof, warming Anaya's face and gently waking her from sleep. Though she was blind, her eyes still opened as they always did...empty and unseeing.
But this time…
The moment her eyelids fluttered open...
Light, bightness poured into her vision, blinding at first, forcing her to shut her eyes again with a startled gasp.
No… no… wait…
Slowly, she opened them again, squinting against the sunlight.
She could see.
Her heart jumped in her chest. Confused and elated, she opened her mouth....
"I… I can speak!" Anaya gasped, the words escaping on their own. "I can really speak!"
She froze, her hand trembling as she brought it to her throat. Her voice. She had her voice again.
