The Healer(The Healer Series Book 1)

by C. J. Anaya

“Hope. You have to wake up. You have to wake up,” James screamed. “Tie, it isn’t working. Can’t you do anything else for her?”

  Tie shook his head and choked back a strangled noise. His eyes appeared haunted. James recognized that look. He’d looked exactly the same way when he’d lost Julia. The thought sickened him.

  “She isn’t dead, but she isn’t here. I’m not sure what’s happened,” Tie said.

  James turned to Victor and looked at him with pleading eyes. But one glance at Victor told James he was just as helpless and devastated as Tie was.

  “You guys have to do something,” Angie cried.

  “There’s nothing we can do. Hope is in an in-between state right now, and she will have to come back to us when she’s ready.”

  James turned to look at Ms. Mori.

  “What do you mean she’s in an in-between state?”

  “She damaged the veil by healing Kirby. This is the consequence that follows. She’s in between our world and the next. She’ll have to figure out what’s happening to her and choose which world she wants to stay in,” she responded.

  James thought her tone sounded cold and uncaring. He resented her for it. He resented all of them for it.

  He stared at his daughter, willing her to open her eyes and come back to him. He felt a small, warm hand grasp his, and looked up through tear-filled eyes to focus in on the one good thing that had happened all night.

  “She’ll choose us,” Kirby whispered. “She always has.”

  Epilogue

  I sat up abruptly and rubbed my eyes.

  “Honestly, mistress! You should have awakened two hours ago. Your father has an important meeting he wants you to attend, and your mother has threatened me within an inch of my life if you don’t appear properly dressed in twenty minutes.”

  I squinted up at the haughty looking woman frowning down upon me.

  “I had the strangest dream. I just can’t remember what it was about,” I said, feeling troubled.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “You do test my patience. Why can’t you be like every other ordinary girl and simply do as you’re told?”

  She grumbled something under her breath as she began brushing out my hair.

  “But I’m not an ordinary girl. I’m not even what you might call normal.” I felt a familiar sadness sink inside my heart. “I am her Imperial Highness Princess Mikomi…the girl of prophecy, the hope of our nation, the savior of our world.”

  “The Healer,” my maid whispered in reverent tones.

  “Yes.” I stood up and crossed over to the full length mirror on the wall next to my armoire. I stared unhappily at the perfectly groomed girl before me. “I suppose I am that as well.”

  About The Author

  C. J. Anaya began writing short stories and novels as birthday and Christmas gifts for family and friends during her early teens. After joining a writing group in her early twenties she found that her fire and passion for weaving a fun and entertaining story was just as strong as it ever had been. C. J. firmly believes in the joy of escapism when it comes to curling up with a good read, and she sets out to give that kind of experience to her readers everywhere.

  She enjoys corresponding with her readers. You can write to C. J. Anaya at cjsavage21@hotmail.com or visit her different pages online.

  She hopes you enjoyed her first full-length novel, The Healer, and thanks you for your support. Stay tuned for book two in The Healer trilogy where Hope relives her life as Mikomi, a brave Japanese princess held captive by a destiny she is desperate to escape.

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