I’ve spent years since gaining my power, learning the in and outs. Or so I had thought. I learned healing was something I could do, healing humans emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually. I could heal. I used it for good. For years I had used this. To help them overcome any pain or hurt they had crossed or the wrongs they needed fixed. That was until I found out about the cost to using it. It put a timer on this new life they were given. 15 years it would give. I didn’t know that then. I know it now. I discovered more about myself, my people. Slowly it tears them from inside but they don’t realize it as my power had stopped all their pain. And once it finished eating the inside it would make them burst into flames turning them to ash. Something no one would recognize. I saw it with my own eyes one by one time again fell to death. All people who had come to me. I don’t know what to do about it anymore. I’ve now done more damage then fixing.