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I sent numerous healers out looking for more herbs, my source was not going to be enough. Just as I was giving them their orders an outraged Irian came running up to me. "You didn't send someone to wake me!" She nearly screamed at me.

"I am very sorry Irian but I believe that I have identified the fever. I was just sending these girls out to get some herbs." I turned away from Irian to address the girls. "You are sure of what you are looking for?" I asked them. When they repeated the instructions back to me verbatim I was satisfied enough to send them on their way. "Now Irian, I need you to inform all the healers that the fever is called the Blacktooth Fever. Here is a list of herbs that is needed to cure it and some instructions on treatment. If they do not have the herbs there will be some more coming soon, I am almost out."

Irian interrupted me long enough to whisper, "You are a Sorceress. You are my angel."

"I am not worthy of the title, but thank you." I had never been good at accepting compliments. "Now I have finished treating most of this room. When I am done I will return to the room with those most in danger. Now go. This battle has hardly begun." It did not take her long to follow my orders.


It must have been midnight before I saw another friendly face. I was exhausted. My body was tired from over exertion. My soul was weary from watching people die. And my strength of will was dwindling. I could hardly keep myself from crying and breaking down. I was sitting between two old women who had just died when Untar found me.

"Senara?" He asked, touching my arm lightly. "Are you alright?"

I turned on him abruptly, my hair whipping around my shoulders and nearly screamed at him. "Am I alright? Do I look like I am okay? These people are dying and I can barely do anything."

"That's not true." Untar told me, attempting to take me into his arms. I clawed at him like a cat trying to wrestle out of his grip. But I was no match for his strength and he forced me to look at him. "Walking in here, I heard other women calling you a gift from the Goddess. Less people are dying every hour. The women were telling me of how horrible it has been the past week, watching their whole village die but you have given them hope. They are no longer afraid. You walk into a room and people practically bow down to you. How can you say you can do nothing? You are there hope, you cannot give up."

With every word he said, my anger dwindled down to nothing. He was right. Already the rooms were looking less crowded. There was more color in people's faces, the morale was higher. I had made a difference. "Come," I said to Untar. "Let's go somewhere we can talk." I said and led Untar to the abandoned room Irian and I had first spoken in.

As soon as we entered I plopped into a chair relieved to be able to relax if even for a moment. "This is a nice little hiding place." Untar remarked as he came in behind me.

I leaned forward resting my head in my hands. "This is where Irian brought me this morning. I have a feeling this is where she used to come to escape from her own Sorceress."

"Just like your hiding place in the forest?" Untar asked, walking towards me slowly.

"Just like that." I sat up and looked at him.