"What?"

I'd guessed it, but hearing Nyx confirm it twits something inside my chest.

"You can sense new life about to begin, while Xena senses a life when it's about to end" Nyx says.

"So, anything or anyone about to die, she feels that?"

"Yes."

I press a hand on my chest, feeling as if a heavy weight has been placed there.

Beneath the fear I felt at discovering my new powers, there was also a kind of excitement. Being able to sense life, like Nyx said, brings happiness and joy; I can't imagine what being able to sense someone is about to die feels like.

No one wants to know their loved one is about to die, now imagine being able to sense anything or anyone about to die?

"Xena hated her powers." Nyx voice cuts through my thoughts. "She said it felt like a curse."

And I can imagine why she'd feel that way. Being able to sense death isn't a power I'd like to have.

both Nyx and I quiet, lost in our own thoughts... That's until, just ahead, the silence of the

slips through the trees, thin

Someone crying.

my throat. The hair on the back of my neck rises, and

are faint, but

forward before I've even decided what to do. My feet move on instinct, crunching softly over damp leaves as I follow the trail of muffled sobs. The closer I get, the sharper they become. Quiet gasps breaking through

I

on a fallen log, her arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried in them. Her shoulders shake as the tears slip free,

gentle, careful, like approaching

wipe her face, to pretend she's

couldn't sleep." Her voice cracks, and she gives up the pretense with a shaky laugh. "And I didn't want anyone

walk over slowly and lower myself onto the log beside her. "Well... I couldn't sleep

between a laugh and a sob. "What is it with

I laugh softly, and that gets a real laugh out of her, even if it's

we just sit there, listening to the morning birds beginning to stir in the branches above us. The world feels

it about yesterday?" I finally

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