A woman runs, holding onto her torso as she keeps glancing behind her. Tears spilling from her already wet cheeks.

She catches her breath and screams as the hurt in her chest tore her up internally. "Why... why?!" She cries as her clenched fist hits her broken heart.

Her lover tried to drug her, thinking of ridding her of their unborn baby. She was hurt. She felt betrayed. She grew to hate him with all of her being. 

Still, memories of the love they shared still plagued her. How could she possibly still trust him? And yet, despite her anxiousness, she still held onto a small scale sliver of hope. All she could do now, was to leave him and keep their child safe.

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16 years passed and there stood a young boy with silver hair and bright amethyst coloured eyes. He smiles at the horizon, staring at the capital city of the country of Enoch. Finally, he was old enough to venture out into the great city. Said to be the largest and most prosperous of the kingdom. 

He holds firmly onto the hope of an exciting journey as he kissed his mother goodbye. Thinking of all the warning she gave him before his journey could begin. 

Once in the city, his life changed forever and his perilous struggles began.

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"How do you make this...?" Mikhail fumbles about with the dried herbs as he pondered how much was necessary to brew the remedy William had mentioned. 


The messenger walks over and sits beside him, easing himself on the log as he peered at the bag of herbs in Mikhail's hands. Mikhail caught him staring and smiled as he asked him for his aid. 


"Hello. Do you think you can help me determine how much is necessary for the herbal remedy?" Mikhail tilted his head curiously as the messenger jolted and nodded a little to enthusiastically. 


"Oh this... woah it's the most expensive herb..." the messenger whispered as Mikhail handed him the small bag of herbs from earlier. 


"Pardon?" Mikhail blinked cluelessly as the messenger assured him that it wasn't important and weighed out a few pinches of the dried herbs before placing in the small pot he had on him before bringing it to a warm brew with the aid of the warming stone and a small pile of firewood. 


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