Healing Vista

In a flash, I became the Witch of Colchis, and the knowledge of her healing magic opened up before me like a book. Spells for increasing fertility, spells for lifting mental afflictions, spells for breaking curses, spells to enhance physical strength, and most importantly, spells for undoing wounds of the flesh.

I stepped forward and Amy stepped around to the other end of the table, her hand remaining in place. Then, I reached out to Vista, to the mangled flesh where her arm had been torn from her body, and I spoke the words that tamed the power of the gods.

“Ἀσκληπιός Ἀκεσώ Αἰθήρηα.”

Vista’s body began to glow, emitting a bright, blue light that radiated off of her. It gathered and condensed at the sight of the wound, filling in the rips and tears in her flesh and leaving unblemished skin in its wake, and then it started to move, growing out and long. It was like watching a puzzle being put together — as the shining motes started to form a cohesive shape, the glow flaked away one fragment at a time and evaporated, and in its place was skin and bone and muscle.

“Holey sheets,” breathed Clockblocker.

“Oh my god,” muttered what must have been Glory Girl.

What we were witnessing was a miracle, the divine power to restore wounds to an undamaged state. It was the authority permitting the reversal of injury, the revocation of harm committed upon the body, a magic of such perfection and utility that it could even be mistaken for time travel. The only thing which it could not heal was death.

Such was the power of Medea’s spells. Such was the power of the woman that Jason had discarded.

It took only a handful of seconds for my spell to restore Vista’s arm, and when the glow faded and I was done, a perfectly normal arm with perfectly normal skin and a perfectly normal hand was attached again to Vista’s shoulder. It was not atrophied or flabby from disuse, there was no discoloration to show where her natural body ended and her restored arm began, and there was no scar anywhere on it. It was, for all intents and purposes, identical to the arm that had been blown off.