Here is the story:
A Woman came to me once, she was in desperate need of help and even though I didn't know the first
thing about medicine, the only thing I could do to help her was let her inside and give her the soup that
was boiling on the stove. If I had known what was going to happen next I would have never helped her.
When the soup touched her lips she transformed into a powerful sorceress named Mendax. The Tales
of her magic spread across the lands, the good and the bad. She gifted me with a power, a power to help,
a power to heal. If only I knew the price of helping, the price wanting to be a good person.
thing about medicine, the only thing I could do to help her was let her inside and give her the soup that
was boiling on the stove. If I had known what was going to happen next I would have never helped her.
When the soup touched her lips she transformed into a powerful sorceress named Mendax. The Tales
of her magic spread across the lands, the good and the bad. She gifted me with a power, a power to help,
a power to heal. If only I knew the price of helping, the price wanting to be a good person.
The people of my village loved me, people came from far and wide to be healed by me. I believed I was
doing good. I believed that if I kept doing it people would live. I was walking through the village in the
valley below mine, this village was heavy with disease and sickness. But nothing I hadn't seen before,
I was determined to make a difference here. Out of nowhere, an arrow went speeding past me, missing me by inches. A cry of pain called me and I ran over to were a man had been shot, blood
doing good. I believed that if I kept doing it people would live. I was walking through the village in the
valley below mine, this village was heavy with disease and sickness. But nothing I hadn't seen before,
I was determined to make a difference here. Out of nowhere, an arrow went speeding past me, missing me by inches. A cry of pain called me and I ran over to were a man had been shot, blood
leaked out of the wound, the arrow sticking out of his chest. I lent over the wound and blew on it. The
Arrow Disappeared, the beading stopped and the wound closed over, leaving not even a scar. A cry a
pain was let out beside me and I looked over in shock. A boy who was standing a moment before was
now lying on the ground, holding his stomach in shock. Because sticking out it was an arrow.
Arrow Disappeared, the beading stopped and the wound closed over, leaving not even a scar. A cry a
pain was let out beside me and I looked over in shock. A boy who was standing a moment before was
now lying on the ground, holding his stomach in shock. Because sticking out it was an arrow.
People looked over at me in fear, I saw it bubbling and boiling in their eyes. People shielded their
children from me. It all came collapsing down around me, I froze in confusion and shock.
children from me. It all came collapsing down around me, I froze in confusion and shock.
“It's the Mors!” Someone yelled from behind me and everyone recoiled in shock and then ran.
“No! No, I'm not the Mors! I'm not! Please, Please. I can help him, my name is Sano. I just want to help!
Please!” I pleaded but it was too late, everyone had left and the boy had died.
Please!” I pleaded but it was too late, everyone had left and the boy had died.
I never healed anyone again. Until a woman came to me in desperate need of help…
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