The realization slowly soaks into me, and I throw my arms into the air, yelling, “They have magic! The piggycorns have magic!”
My heart nearly explodes with happiness. All these years, people scoffed at my piggycorns. They were called useless. Worthless. A waste of existence.
But they are not a waste. They are very much not so. They have magic, the likes of which no one has ever suspected.
Least of all me.
Pane pulls me into a hug and murmurs in my ear, “I knew they had powers all along. I knew they could do it.”
I laugh, pulling away to stare into those sage eyes. “No, you didn’t.”
“Now, why would you ever think that?”
“Because you hated them.”
He presses his lips to mine and I melt. “Used tois not now.”
I pull back and grin. I could stare at his beautiful face for the absolute rest of my life and be happy. Nothing could change that. But there’s a competition to win, a spa to open, a farm to buy back.
“What do you say we get out of here and see how things look?”
He nods. “Yeah, before we’ve got a pile of heaping manure to clean up.”
I laugh, trying to keep my spirits high, because from the way the wind was howling, there’s at least one tree down, and I pray that’s the worst of it.
