Childhood Stories - bonus chapter 2

Abigail and Grayson were five years old the first time he had secretly used his magic on her. Despite her earlier claims that she had never fallen out of a tree, she did just that on the third day of his visit. She had finally convinced him to join her in the branches when the one she was sitting on snapped, and she fell to the ground hard. She was more in shock than anything and hadn't yet realized she was hurt.

He ran to her. "Abby! Are you okay?" Abigail looked like she was trying to decide whether or not she needed to cry, when she looked up and him and decided tears were the right way to go.

"Grayson, it hurts," she cried.

"What does, Abby?"

"My arm," she cried. He looked at her arm, and she did have a sizable scrape down her arm. Fortunately, she hadn't fallen far - Grayson didn't know if he was strong enough to heal broken bones.

"Come here, Abby," he said, helping her stand. "Where can we go to get you cleaned up?"

"The barn," she sniffled. "It's right over there