“Let me see,” Healer Farah says, and I pass the old book to her. I watch as all three of them hover over the page and as they smile. Though, it doesn’t last long. One by one, their smiles drop.
“What is it? Am I wrong?” I was sure this was it. If they say I’m wrong, I don’t know what I’ll do. We’ll have to continue this seemingly endless search.
“You’re not wrong, Fiona,” Healer Sarina says, but she doesn’t smile again. “There’s a problem with the toxin, or really with the antidote.”
She hesitates to continue, and I throw my arms in the air.
“We don’t have time to hesitate. Just tell me what the problem is.”
“There is a very rare flower that we would need to find in order to make the antidote for this exact mixture of toxins,” she says then glances at the other two healers. “We co
