And then it began to rain.
Not water.
'Gold'.
Fine particles of golden light drifted down from the wings like snow. Each particle glowed softly, leaving trails of luminescence as they fell.
They landed on the people gathered around Viktor.
On the old woman with the walking stick.
On the injured young man.
On the starving child.
On the scarred girl.
On all of them.
And the moment the golden particles touched skin—
'Healing'.
The old woman's hunched back straightened. Her wrinkled skin smoothed slightly. Color returned to her cheeks. The walking stick clattered to the ground as she stood upright for the first time in years.
"I... I can stand..."
The young man's useless arm 'moved'. Fingers that hadn't responded in months suddenly flexed. He lifted the arm, staring at it in disbelief, tears streaming down his face.
"My arm! My arm works!"
