"Alright, we've covered Defense and Reinforcement," my dad said. "Attack… you don't really need me for that. Your dagger handles it just fine."
He crossed his arms. "Now for the hardest part. Regeneration."
"Most Awoken never learn it. It's a very fine control of Aura. It's about using your energy not to destroy, but to repair. To order your own cells to rebuild faster."
He took a small knife out of his pocket. Not a weapon. Just a pocketknife.
Before I could react, he stepped forward and made a small cut on my forearm. Not deep, but enough for blood to well up.
"Ow! What the—"
"Focus," he cut me off. "Don't think about the pain. Think about the wound. Send your Aura to that exact spot. Don't let it escape. Make a cocoon of energy around the cut and tell your skin to close."
It was the hardest thing I'd ever done.
My Aura was dark, destructive. Using it to heal felt unnatural. It was like trying to put out a fire with gasoline.
