I couldn't help it anymore, tears were streaming down my golden eyes, boogers were mixed into the mess with a nasally sound and I truly looked like a sorry site. I survived, I was crushed, raped and almost killed, but I was alive. It took me awhile to let that sink in fully. Part of me still wanted to die, for being so powerless, for knowing that this was probably the start of all my future failed endeavors.

I felt pain in every corner of my body, my neck being held on by what felt like a paper string, my arm just constantly having the feeling of fire being wrapped around it in its broken state. My.. fuck it, I need to say it. My cunt felt an unimaginable pain tingling through it, my legs tired and hurt, my entire being was weeping, wallowing in pain. I could hardly move.

Part of me was scared of death, another wanting it. I couldn’t give in to the idea of nothingness though, no Re-Dos, there isn't some other magical world, that's all, zilch, I'm dead. The counter argument is how much it hurt to be toyed with, mentally and physically, my body aches, my soul weeps and my mentality is broken. I am in shambles, crying and sniffling on Elzare’s deer fur blanket and bed.

Inspecting myself, I realized I was in a new set of clothes, fitting soft clothes perfectly lay over my body, no memories of my starting armor or their abysmal state they lay in, instead clean clothes, stitches for all my wounds, huge stitches going up my leg, bandages all around my body, and something akin to a cast lay around my neck and arm. Elzare..

"Drink this already foolish woman" the red vial he was talking about earlier landed perfectly in front of me on the bed. Of course I knew it was a healing potion, but what he said earlier irked me.

A NPC can’t make another use it? I'm a NPC? And so is he? I sorta figured he was, I mean I'm obviously not on my computer desk playing him right now. I took his advice though, my lungs hurt, my body aches. I drank the potion with greed with what was left of my other arm.

Before I realized it, my wounds instantly became scars, my lungs filled with sweet air at their full capacity.. My.. Umm.. Unmentionables all felt instant relief.

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It was amazing, I felt a lot better, but still broken mentally, too bad there isn't a mental healing potion. Or maybe there is? Mind control Magic or something along the lines.

After awhile I noticed Elzare was staring at me, clearly with thoughts swirling in his eyes.

"You angered me earlier, asking me why I saved you, as if saving a half naked raped women wasn't okay or something, then you said you wanted death, it just.. It went against everything I've trained for, for years, if you get fucked over, then get stronger, get revenge, if you lose, come back again when you can win. I know I took those lives of the rapists, but rapists exist in this world, in troves, are they not your enemy now? Not your challenge to overcome? How many women are being bent over and fucked mercilessly right now? Think how it felt, think how you can help them, this should be your challenge, your next goal, not the end of Rosie, why not the first chapter instead? Would you let it happen to you again, or would you not hang the mans balls to the highest tree and scream victory? " a long pause awaited, he was still looking away while I was lost in the mesmerizing words.

Before I could reply with anything, he was gone, in a flash.

Weeping in bed for a few more hours and going over his words, I regained some semblance of confidence, maybe he was right, I don't know, but those words meant something, a purpose, that's right, I'm supposed to be a protector, a guardian this time around!

Wait.. Didn't he just save me, protect me, and guide me? Just my fucking luck, my personality of an avatar is doing better than me at my new goals. Carefully pulling off my casts, undoing the stitches, and removed the bandaged, the beautiful color or my tan skin was returned.

Looking at the forest ground at my equipment, no painful memories of a rusty dagger in my side awaited me, instead a shining sword in perfect condition awaited, a shield that showed my own reflection, and a full fucking set of iron armor was just sitting there, looking almost freshly polished.

I equipped everything I could, stored the healing potions in a backpack he left, and thanked him in my heart, from the very bottom, to the absolute top. I shall recover, and I shall flourish.

My goal is to head out, kill as many things as I comfortably can, and redeem myself. I shall be a man.. Err. woman worth killing god damnit. I shall not let anyone else have the edge over me, I will gain stats that are in equal measure to Elzares! With a small amount of confidence, I strode forward into the scary word, into the forest to make a name for myself.