Get Some Help

The streets of Patrian were alive with the usual hustle and bustle, but the sight of Gilgamesh sprinting through the crowd with a blonde girl on his back turned heads. His breathing was ragged, his face streaked with sweat and dirt, but his determination was unwavering. The girl clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her face pale and her eyes wide with exhaustion.

"Hold on," Gilgamesh said, his voice steady despite his fatigue. "We're almost there."

The girl nodded weakly, her grip tightening as they neared the clinic. The building was small but well-kept, its sign bearing the symbol of a healing potion. Gilgamesh burst through the door, the bell above it jingling loudly.

The clinic was quiet, the air filled with the faint scent of herbs and antiseptics. A middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor looked up from behind the counter, her expression shifting from surprise to concern as she took in the scene.

"What happened?" she asked, rushing forward to help.

"She was hurt," Gilgamesh said, gently lowering the girl onto a nearby cot. "I found her in the ruins north of here. She needs help."

The woman—clearly the clinic's healer—nodded, her hands already moving to examine the girl. "You did the right thing bringing her here. Let me take a look."

The healer worked quickly, her movements practiced and efficient. She checked the girl's pulse, her breathing, and the bruises on her wrists where the ropes had bound her. The girl winced but remained silent, her eyes darting between the healer and Gilgamesh.

The healer finished her examination, her hands gentle but efficient as she checked Kaela's vitals. "She's dehydrated and exhausted," the healer said after a moment, her tone calm but firm. "And she has some minor injuries, but nothing life-threatening. She'll need rest, fluids, and proper care. Who is she?"

Gilgamesh shook his head, his expression thoughtful. "She introduced herself as Kaela. I found her in the ruins north of Patrian. She was... in a bad situation. That was all I know."

The healer nodded, her eyes softening with sympathy. "Poor girl. She's lucky you found her when you did. I'll prepare a healing potion and some bandages. She'll need to stay here for a few days to recover fully."

Gilgamesh nodded, his gaze shifting to Kaela, who was lying quietly on the cot, her eyes half-closed but still alert. "Thank you," he said to the healer. "I'll stay with her for a bit if that's alright."

The healer gave him a knowing smile. "Of course. I'll be back shortly."

As the healer left the room, Kaela turned her head to look at Gilgamesh, her red eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft but steady. "You saved my life. I... I don't know how to repay you."

Gilgamesh shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. "You don't have to repay me. I just did what anyone would do."

Kaela's brow furrowed, and she pushed herself up slightly, wincing at the effort. "No, you didn't. Most people wouldn't have risked their lives for a stranger. I owe you a debt, and I intend to repay it."

Gilgamesh sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Kaela, you don't owe me anything. Just focus on getting better, okay?"

But Kaela wasn't having it. Her eyes narrowed, and her voice took on a stubborn edge. "I'm serious. I can't just let this go. Please, let me repay you. I... I can become your servant. I'll cook, clean, do whatever you need. Just give me a chance."

Gilgamesh blinked, caught off guard by her offer. "My... servant? Kaela, that's not necessary. I don't need a servant. I'm just a traveler, trying to make my way in the world."

Kaela's expression didn't waver. "Then let me travel with you. I can help you. I'm not helpless—I know how to fight, how to survive. I just... I need a purpose. And I owe you my life."

Gilgamesh pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long, weary sigh. He stared into Kaela's eyes, his gaze serious and unwavering. "Kaela, listen to me. I'm not just some ordinary adventurer. I'm... different. I'm a person who's been blessed by a gods. Do you know what that means?"

Blessed by gods, these phrase will be used by NPC in the future to describe phenomenon of player that keep getting revived even when they get killed over and over.

But right now these phrase is still uncommon, it can be seen by the confusion in Kaela's face as she tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "Blessed by a god?"

Gilgamesh hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Yeah, it means that when I die, I don't stay dead. I get revived. I can come back. But you... you only have one life, Kaela. One. And the kind of adventures I get into? They're dangerous. Deadly. I've already faced things that would've killed me over if I weren't... well, me. Although I'm careful in my action, I did not need to worry about dead because I will get revived anyway, but I can't ask you to throw your life away just because you feel like you owe me something."

Kaela's eyes narrowed, her determination shining through despite her weakened state. "You think I don't know what I'm asking for? You think I don't understand the risks? I was there, Gilgamesh. I saw what those people were capable of. I know what danger looks like. And I'm still here, asking to stand by your side."

She paused, her voice softening but no less resolute. "You saved me. Not just from them, but from... from myself. I was lost before you found me. I had no purpose, no direction. You gave me a second chance. And if that means risking my life to help you, then so be it. I'd rather live a life that means something than spend the rest of my days wondering what could've been."

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Kaela was born in a small, peaceful village nestled in the shadow of the northern mountains. The village, known as Eryndor, was a tight-knit community of farmers, hunters, and craftsmen. But it was also home to a group of warriors who trained to protect the village from the occasional monster incursions. Kaela's father, Eldrin, was one of the village's most respected warriors, and her mother, Lira, was a skilled blacksmith. From a young age, Kaela was taught the ways of the sword, bow, and even blacksmithing from her mother, her natural talent and determination earning her the admiration of her mentors and peers.

Her life was simple but fulfilling. She trained under the guidance of her mentor, Vladimir, a grizzled veteran who had seen countless battles. Vladimir saw great potential in Kaela and often told her she would one day surpass even her father. Kaela's best friend, Ryn, was also a warrior-in-training, and the two of them dreamed of one day venturing beyond the village to explore the world and make a name for themselves.

That all changed one fateful night. The village had been peaceful for years, but rumors had begun to circulate of increased monster activity in the region. The elders dismissed the rumors, believing the village's defenses were strong enough to handle any threat. But they were wrong...

The attack came without warning. A horde of monsters—wolves, ice orges, ice bear and worse—descended upon the village under the cover of darkness. The warriors fought valiantly, but they were outnumbered and overwhelmed. Kaela fought alongside her father, her mentor, and her friends, her sword and bow cutting through the enemy with desperate precision. But it wasn't enough.

One by one, her loved ones fell. Her father was struck down protecting a group of villagers. Her mentor, Vladimir, sacrificed himself to hold off a group of monsters so Kaela and Ryn could escape. And Ryn... Ryn was killed right in front of her, his last words a plea for her to survive.

By the time the battle was over, the village was in ruins. The survivors were few, and Kaela was left alone, her heart shattered and her world destroyed.

In the days that followed, Kaela wandered the wilderness, her grief and guilt consuming her. She had no home, no family, and no purpose. But her ordeal wasn't over. The Yatan believers had been watching her for some time. They had heard rumors of a young warrior with exceptional skill and a strong will—qualities they believed made her blood a perfect offering for their dark rituals. They had been waiting for the right moment to strike, they formulate a plan using monster horde and the destruction of her village provided the perfect opportunity.

Kaela was ambushed one night as she slept. Despite her exhaustion, she fought back with everything she had, her weapons flashing in the moonlight. But the Yatan believers were prepared. They used dark magic to subdue her, binding her hands and dragging her away to the ruins where Gilgamesh would eventually find her.

In the ruins, Kaela refused to give up hope. She had already lost everything, but she wasn't going to let the Yatan believers take her life without a fight. She bided her time, waiting for an opportunity to escape or at least go down fighting. But deep down, she wondered if anyone would come for her. If anyone even cared.

Then Gilgamesh appeared, like a beacon of light in the darkness. He fought for her, risked his life for her, and gave her a second chance. For the first time in what felt like forever, Kaela felt a spark of hope. She wasn't just a survivor anymore. She had a purpose—to stand by the man who had saved her and to honor the memory of those she had lost.

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After hearing her story, Gilgamesh stared at her, his mind racing. He wanted to argue, to tell her she was being reckless, but the look in her eyes stopped him. She wasn't just speaking out of gratitude or obligation. She meant every word. And deep down, he understood. He had been lost once too, searching for purpose in a world that didn't seem to care. He couldn't take that away from her.

But he also couldn't bear the thought of her getting more hurt than she already is—or worse—because of him.

Finally, Gilgamesh sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, Kaela. If this is what you really want, then... fine. You can travel with me. But on one condition."

Kaela's eyes lit up, but she remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"You have to promise me something," Gilgamesh said, his tone deadly serious. "You have to promise that you'll value your life. That you'll fight to survive, no matter what. I don't care if it's for me, for yourself, or for some greater purpose. But you don't throw your life away. Not for me, not for anyone. Do you understand?"

Kaela nodded, her expression solemn. "I understand. And I promise."

"..."

"..."

"By the way I have never heard your full name..."

"Oh, me? I'm Kaela Kovalskia."