Recently people have been liking my stories. So I have restarted them. To the people who have been waiting two years for an update, here's sort of one. I edited this chapter and the second. I will add a third chapter soon.

The trees reached up to the ever blue sky, their ancient limbs carrying many birds and their nests, protected from predators from the ground. The trees had sheltered armies on the march and young lovers on the run from parents. They were fascinated by the short lives of humans. So now they watched as a young human male darted through the trees, rain pouring from his eyes. He bolted into the roots of one of the eldest trees and curled up, the gentle rain becoming a torrent.

"Ambrose? Ambrose?"

A young human female wandered through the forest, calling out as the birds do in spring. She had the eyes of a stormy gray day. She placed a hand on one of the trees and every tree felt a shiver of something else share the joy of growing and watching humans. The young female smiled and pulled away; following the path the trees had shown her.

"Ambrose? Please, Ambrose, come out," she said.

"N-no!"

"They're scum, Ambrose. You're on to greater and better things!" she said, stepping into the cool recesses of the tree.

"L-leave me alone!" said the boy. He was scrawny and dirty. His velvet clothing was stained with dirt and mud. The girl sat down next to him with out a regard for her fine dress.

"I won't leave, Ambrose. I never will. You're my best friend," she said, forcing him to turn around and face her. His dark eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks tear stained.

"You have the Power, Yolmitaea, The Power of Healing. Why don't you hang out with higher ups?" he asked.

"Because they're snotty garbage for brains!"

"Yolmitaea! You shouldn't talk about your betters like that!" Ambrose gasped.

"They're not here are they? And besides, you're their better. I bet you'll become the queen's advisor someday!" Yolmitaea said. Ambrose laughed and wiped his eyes.

"You're right, but you'll be right there, becoming the Royal Healer."

"Ready to go back?"

"No. I just want some peace."

Yolmitaea consented and leaned into Ambrose. He wrapped an arm around her and they sat, protected by the mothering tree and watched the forest grow.

Glitch opened his eyes and reached over for his journal. He jotted down his dream. It was the first vivid dream that he could remember for longer than thirty seconds. He couldn't remember who Yolmitaea was or what she meant to him. Perhaps she was his first love, because in the dream, he had very strong emotions for her.

"Glitch! Glitch! Get up! Mom wants to see you in the foyer!" DG said, bursting into his chambers.

"Are you still asleep? Get up! You've already missed breakfast!" She said, putting her hands on her hips. She pushed him out of bed and threw some clothes in his direction.

"Be quick!" she said, before darting out. Glitch blinked, trying to sort out everything just happened. It suddenly occurred to him he had to move fast. He quickly got dressed and ready to meet the queen. He ran down the long marble staircase to stand by the queen's throne respectfully.

"Ambrose, you've made it just in time," the queen said softly. Caine stood on the other side of the queen. Ambrose smiled at his comrade, who simply sent an irritated glare back.

"It is my pleasure to introduce Healer Penthia, the miracle worker, and her manservant Maxillion," said the herald. The large castle doors opened and in stepped a young woman, barely past the age of seventeen annuals. She wore a simple gray green dress with a leather belt around her waist that held a pouch and a dagger. Her storm gray eyes stared straight ahead, brave but conflicted. Her hair was bound by a silver ring and gleamed auburn in the sunlight. This young woman struck a chord with Glitch.

That sense of familiarity flew out of him when Glitch spotted Maxillion, the manservant. He was large and hulking, just simply huge. He had lines of a seasoned warrior. He carried a sword and a gun. His sharp eyes constantly looked around, as if any trouble would come to harm his precious egg while he was in plain sight. He made Glitch feel small and insignificant. Even Cain shifted nervously.

When they arrived at the foot of the throne, the young woman curtsied to the queen and the man bowed. The queen bid them to rise. Penthia looked directly at the queen, a smile upon her rosebud lips.

"Penthia, how old are you?" the queen asked.

"I do not know exactly, my lady, but I think that I am in my seventeenth year. Maxillion found me when I was a babe," Penthia said in a quiet voice.

"What exactly do you do?"

"I heal."

"Then why are you called the 'miracle worker'?"

"I do not know. Perhaps it is because I have righted many a terrible pain, and I am so young," Penthia said, bowing her head slightly. The queen stood and walked over to stand close to the young healer. She placed her fingers under the girls chin and lifted her face.

"Can you heal the worst of the punishments?" The queen asked, in the quietest of voices. She glanced over at Glitch.

"Aye," replied the soft voice.