"Shit." I cover my mouth, panic seizing me for a moment before I remember who the hell I am; the promised child.
Except, I am not positive if my gift works on animals. It's always been hit or miss, like trying to hit a target with a blindfold on. Some animals become good as new, some become worse in ways I don't like to think about. So it's a 50/50 gamble.
With closed eyes and my breath held, I place a gentle hand on Julian's stomach, willing for my magic to arise and heal him. But I choke at the last second and pull my hand away as if his feathers are made of fire. It's too risky.
"Wake up, idiot," I pray under my breath.
The little, broken bird doesn't come gasping up for life or start shouting in a voice that only I am able to hear. A burning sensation fills my eye sockets as I come close to Julian's still body and place my ear on his chest, praying for a heartbeat that now fills my ear louder than a marching band drum.
