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CHAPTER 1

Early morning's light broke across the sky and warmed the chilly air. Katsa lifted herself quietly from her bed spot beside Po, she did not want to awaken him. She had told Raffin of Po's blindness, although Po had begged otherwise. Since then Raffin worked with his herbs to cure this blindness that cursed Po. Raffin had sent a salve that he promised would work.

It was greenish in color and it oozed thick between her fingers. Raffin had instructed Katsa in the letter to scoop some of the slave out of the box and massage it before placing some in Po's eyes.

It will burn, Raffin had written in his elegant script, but it will work, I swear it.

Katsa was worried how Po would react. Not that he could see this murky mess Raffin had created.

"Po," Katsa spoke gently into her lover's ear. "Awaken my dearest Po."

Po's eyelids fluttered as he opened his eyes into the blackness that he had eventually became accustomed too. He usually wondered why he still opened his eyes, for what point did it really serve? Maybe he had just been hoping for a miracle all this time.

"Po, Raffin has sent me your miracle," Katsa said, the smile easily heard in her voice. Katsa knelt near him, the green go warm in her hands. "Do not fear Po, but be strong. Raffin has instructed I put his salve into your eyes. He says you must then keep your eyes closed for the rest of this day…Or until it stops its burning."

"Burning?" Po inquired a little alarmed. He had propped himself onto his elbow. His unseeing eyes stared at Katsa.

"Yes, burning. Are you ready Po?" Katsa barley whispered.

"Yes Wildcat." Po sighed, lying back down onto his bed. He forced his eyes open wide, not looking forward to the pain promised to come. But if it cures this blindness Po's thoughts surged through his mind strengthening his will.

Katsa let the green slave drip in large quantities into Po's eyes. She didn't stop filling his eyes with the medicine until It looked like his eyes were green, and not silver and gold. "Rest now Po." Katsa commanded sealing up the remains of the salve in case of need in some future time.

The burning came fast and strong. It felt like his eyes were being thrown into the fire pit. Po wanted nothing more than to claw his own eyes out, but he let them simmer.

It will all be worth it, Po's mind repeated over and over in his head like a broken record.

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