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energy into Rondara thusly,” she said while the spell immediately revealed every injury, internal and external. Beyond the obvious injuries, the citizen of Aakadon had three cracked ribs and a broken ankle, no doubt from a fall. The solidified shards of air peppered her body, lacerating organs, piercing nose, lips, eyes and ears, but at no point penetrated bone, and then vanished, leaving behind punctured flesh all over the front portion of Rondara’s face, legs and torso.
    Beta squatted down on her knees. “It is my understanding the spell, How Do You Feel, only requires us to place a hand on the patient’s forehead, yet you also cut open her blouse and are touching her tummy, why is that?”
    “The damage to her flesh, cracked ribs and broken ankle were things that could be determined without the casting of spells, and yet we use, How Do You Feel, in order to speed up the assessment of the patient’s needs. Even so, that does not mean we cannot use our visual senses to analyze the situation and save a few steps,” Jennel explained without taking her hands off the patient. “Our patient has many punctures and though some of her wounds were superficially closed by whoever transported her, she is still losing blood due to lacerations in her organs, so I will be employing our most advanced internal healing spell. That is why my hands are where I have placed them.”
    “I will keep that in mind,” Beta promised.
    Jennel glanced at her team, each member glowing with the particular hue of his or her potential, caring for their patients, and some of the Accomplisheds were individually in the process of healing horrific injuries in people that in Aakadon would require an entire operating team, each member performing a particular single line Melody, rather than the exclusive Symphonics composed by the Maestro. No one could heal death but Jennel and her people could heal a person so long as a spark of life remained in the patient, provided the spells were cast fast enough.
    “Beta, take heed. The Atlantan Guild alternative to cutting a person open is to become one with the patient and it is also the fastest way to heal a body riddled with this many wounds.” Jennel braced herself and said, “I am casting, Hearts Beat As One,” and soon her heart and that of the patient were in sync with each other, they inhaled and exhaled in unison and she could feel the injuries as if they were her own. The aches in the ankle and ribs were nothing compared to the hundreds of nerves screaming their protests at being punctured, particularly the eyes. Jennel focused through the pain and said, “I am placing a Da Capo tied to my own life force to sustain the spell.”
    She took a deep breath, cast upon the patient, Easing the Pain, a spell of the Aloe Guild, numbing the irritated nervous system, and spoke with an even tone, “I will now cast What Is This, thus allowing me to see what the object I am touching is made of. If I concentrated long enough the spell would show me the little planets with tiny moons that seem to make up everything in existence. If I did so and chose to pull back on my perception, from that point, the spell would form elements interpreted as pictures of chemicals and substances easily recognizable to my mind.”
    Beta nodded her understanding and so Jennel continued. “I am only concentrating to the point where the vat containing Rondara’s life force energy, which lay at the center of her being, is now coming into view. You must understand neither image is physical in nature, this is how the spell relates the metaphysical reality.”
    Rondara’s vat was larger than Jennel’s and contained a pale green liquid, the color of the Senior Cyclone’s life force energy. The reservoir was three-quarters of the way full, giving the patient plenty of vitality for the time being, but was decreasing due to the loss of blood. Life is in the blood. “Our patient does not need strengthening so I am going to cast the spell,