The dark, clouded sky rained over a quiet mountain village. An elderly farmer walked out of his cottage with a bucket in hand. He walked over to his cows, who were spaced out across the large, green grass field. He then rolled up his blue sleeves, crouched down, and began milking one of the dairy cows. However, his attention was grabbed by the sound of a horse. So he looked up. A black horse galloped across the watered plains, with a figure on its back—passed out.

“Oh lord.” The man gasped, halting his milking as he ran towards the horse. He then hastily led the horse towards his home and quickly removed Kyra’s unconscious body from it. The elderly man swiftly moved her body inside and called upon his wife. An elderly pale woman popped her head out of the kitchen door, and her eyes widened in horror as it landed on Kyra’s deathly pale skin.

“Goodness,”she voiced. “Lay her down on the couch.” She then instructed her husband.

“I’m going to fetch the village doctor, place a cool towel on her forehead, and please change her damp clothes for something warm.” The farmer gently instructed his wife. The elder woman nodded, then watched her husband’s retreating form. Once he left, she immediately went into the kitchen, filled the bucket with warm water, and grabbed the cloth that lay on her wooden table.

She headed over back to Kyra and crouched down to the best of her ability. The elderly woman’s knees slightly ached; however, the job at hand was far more important. Kyra was a large girl when it came to her height, standing at six foot three. She was also lean in build, and that slightly amazed the farmer’s wife. The women and girls in her village were often shorter and slimmer.

Shaking her head and dispersing those thoughts. Her eyes then glowed, and she scanned over the young girl’s body.

{Low Health Points}

The green holographic screen above Kyra’s body showed. The farmer’s wife bit her inner cheek and sighed. She was going to allow the doctor to take care of that. Instead, she focused the wound on Kyra’s abdomen.

“I’m sorry.” The elderly woman spoke. She then pinched the bloodied cloth and ripped it open, revealing the horrible, shallow wound that seemed to be seeping pus. This wasn’t good. The elderly woman got back on her feet and headed back into her brown-walled kitchen to grab a bottle of liquor. Once she returned, she immediately got to work. Kyra’s breathing became shallow, and the woman could tell the young girl was gaining a fever. Just how long was she in this state?

The woman dipped the dry blue cloth into the warm water and wiped the blood away from the wound.

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“Love, he’s here.” Her husband’s voice reached her. She placed the cloth down and faced the door. There stood a large, warm-skinned man with long, curly brown hair. His dark blue eyes held the warmth you’d expect from a doctor. He was wearing a beige tunic with a blue cardigan on top and a pair of brown trousers with green boots. A large leather bag was clasped in his right hand.

“How’s her HP?” The man asked. The farmer’s wife stood up and exhaled deeply.

“Quite low. Although I don’t know how low.” She answered. The doctor nodded and walked past the elderly lady. He crouched down by the mess that was Kyra, and just like the farmer’s wife, his eyes glowed, and a holographic screen appeared above her body.

{1000/12000 Health Points}

Healers, unlike most people, were able to pinpoint the exact number of health points one person had because of their class.

“She must be of noble birth.” The doctor spoke up, examining the wound on Kyra’s abdomen. “Her health far exceeds any commoner I’ve healed.” He added.

“Does that mean you can heal her, Dr Bronner?” The farmer asked. The doctor placed his thumbs up and smiled.

“Of course.” He said. The doctor then opened his breathing case and brought out a bright blue vine plant that was in a jar. The Cordian plant A healer’s opus. Bronner then took out his grinder and took the plant out of the jar, placing it into the grinder. After the plant was crushed into a paste, he smeared the blue paste onto her abdomen and watched as it glowed.

The elderly couple looked on in awe before staring at each other. The wound slowly disappeared, and some colour came back to Kyra’s skin. Bronner’s eyes once again glowed, and the screen appeared once again.

{5000/12000 Health Point}

It wasn’t enough. So, the doctor rummaged through his briefcase and pulled out a silver flask. He popped it open, poured the light green liquid into the paste, and mixed it around.

He then moved towards her head and made her drink it. The liquidated paste dribbled down the sides of her mouth; however, she drank most of it. Kyra then slipped back into a deep sleep as the remaining colour returned to her skin, going from sickly pale to fair.

{12000/12000 Health Points} appeared on his screen, and he sighed in relief.

She was safe.

“Allow her to rest for three days, periodically waking her up to feed her.” He instructed. The farmer and his wife nodded as they watched him grab his briefcase and head towards the door.

“I’ll receive the payment tomorrow, so don’t worry about it now.” He added. The farmer nodded and followed him out. The elderly woman grabbed the cloth and bucket of water and headed back into the kitchen to start breakfast.

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On the outskirts of the mountain village, Luther and his men galloped across the withered meadow as the heavy rains poured onto them. Their weapons were strapped to their bodies, and their vengeance-filled fury filled the atmosphere with a suffocating tension. Luther had a hardened look sprawled across his face as her brown hair flailed around with the wind.

He was going to destroy his sister and make her regret what she did. He was ready to do the worst things to make sure his sister knew what she was up against. His hatred ran deeper than just his father’s death.

Kyra was going to suffer, one way or another.

“There’s a town not far ahead,” Klaus stated. “If she’s seriously wounded, then she would have to stop there to rest. The horse trail also points there.” He added. Luther nodded, dragging his horse to the right. The group of men continued their journey.

Kyra was going to suffer, one way or another.