I had no clue what was going on. Something told me that I really didn't want to. Ghosti was hysterical, and had a silver dagger lodged firmly in her chest. She'd put up a forcefield to keep people out, and I was frantic. I had to help her!

I pounded on the barrier. "Ghosti! Let me in. Let me heal you!" I was nearly shouting, and tears were streaming down my face. I looked at the body she was next to. "Come on, Ghosti! I can't help him, but let me help you!

On top of everything else, Spati was nowhere to be seen. Why was this happening?

Ghosti finally let down the barrier--probably because of the seriousness of her injury, and I stepped inside. This would be tricky, since I had to heal quickly as I pulled the dagger out to keep her from bleeding to death. I wrapped on hand around the hilt, and placed my other hand a few inches away, and "looked" into her injury. I could feel the thing that Spati and Moonsong had made for me as it pulsed slightly. I knew that, if I took it out it would be glowing. I quickly forgot everything losing myself in the healing. When I came out, the dagger was on the floor, and Ghosti was breathing normally. She'd be weak for a bit, but she'd be fine. I took the dagger and threw it outside, then I stepped out, flapped my wings, and took to the air, calling for Spati.