She followed her instinct by closing her palms, completely covering the dying faerie inside with the warmth coming from her hands.
Then she closed her eyes and prayed to her grandmother, the ancient tree that was the beginning of all faeries.
'Oh Grandmother, listen to your darling's request. Sprout a new bud from the soil, heal this faerie, and bring him back to life.'
Everyone in the pavilion witnessed how her palms began to shine, and flowers began to bloom from the gap between Sisi's fingers.
Once she opened her hands, the faerie soldier who had been on the brink of death slowly opened his eyes and stared at his beautiful darling in disbelief.
"Am I… in heaven?"
Sisi chuckled. "No, you're back on earth, little soldier."
The faeries were amazed by their darling, even the elders who had a lot of experience with the previous darling.
