My eyes opened slowly, squinting in the sunlight. I raised my arm, covering my eyes. The blanket covering me slipped down, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. It felt nice...
WAIT... my bare skin?
I looked down and sure enough, my breasts were exposed. In a fit of embarrassment, I pulled the blanket back up. An extreme pain shot from my side, causing me to curl up in a ball. Tears filled my eyes as I touched the binding around my ribs.
Sitting up on my arm, I popped out my last potion.
"Think it'll help?"
"Hopefully. That was an incredibly stupid thing to do! Saving her even though you're so angry at her. You're lucky I don't have to understand you to care about you."
I sipped from the bottle, slowly downing it's contents and laying back down.
"How are Efreeta and Umbra? I have to call on them to release them from within me."
"Agitated. They were scared of losing you. I believe they are calming down though."
The potion definitely worked, but not enough.
'Credits: 46700'
Biting the bullet, I bought a higher tiers potion. Three times the price, for five times the strength. After drinking it, all that was left was a scar. The blemish faded from this body, but I was sure it'd be on my true self.
Sitting up, I began to look around. I was in a sunny room that screamed fantasy townspeople vibe. It was well kept and quite soothing.
"Where Myria?"
"I'm not sure. You haven't furthered your bond yet, so you can't even track her."
I got to my feet, wrapping myself in the blanket.
"I know I was covered in blood and all, but holy hell. Let me keep my clothes nearby!"
My eyes shifted upwards as movement came from behind the door. Bursting open, an excited Myria tackled me back onto the bed.
"H-hey! Calm down you sil-"
My voice caught. Myria was sobbing as she held onto me.
"S-Sy... I was so scared! You weren't waking up. You almost stopped breathing! I don't wanna lose you too!"
I gently rubbed her back. After losing her entire clan, I can easily see why she's so broken up.
"Dummy. I've got stuff to do, so I'm damn sure not gonna die off that easily. It'd be kinda funny though, death by carriage debris."
I felt soft fists batting at me.
"It's not funny! That boulder could've easily crushed you if I hadn't blown it away! Those disgusting pigs deserved every blade of wind I sent their way. Every last one..."
...umm...
"She's kinda psycho. I love it."
Lilly...
"Well it seems the young miss wasn't mistaken. She's got some mighty keen ears, dear. Look after that one."
My eyes lifted beyond Myria. An older man was standing in the doorway.
"You didn't happen to be the one... too..."
My eyes darted down.
"No no, dear. That was my granddaughter that patched you up. A genius in the making with bandaging wounds. Top of Rasswell's nursing students. How's the old wound holding up?"
"Eh... healed. I'm a mage. Healing myself kinda just... how it goes. Ya know?"
His eyes opened quite wide as a smile bloomed on his wrinkled face.
"Haha! I'm glad. I was worried a pretty young thing like you would end up scarred for life. Would have been a mighty shame to be stuck with such a crippling scar."
I raised an eyebrow.
"There is no shame in scars. True, a scar is a show of a prior wound, but if a young woman can surpass that single wound... honestly she's more than beautiful enough to find someone who will love her."
The old man smiled, turning on his heel.
"Thank you for giving me hope for the youth once again."
As he walked out of the doorway, a young lady stepped inside. Her figure was lovely and her long brown hair reached her waist, even pulled into a ponytail. She came forward, a large portion of her face hidden behind her hair.
"Forgive my grandfather. He just wants to protect me."
Myria scooted off of me, allowing my hand to reflexively push her hair out of her face.
"Hmm. Does it hurt?"
Three thick gashes went from her forehead to her cheek. The middle one going over her eye, blinding it.
"Only on certain occasions."
She looked down, clearly embarrassed by my actions. Placing my hand against her cheek, I lifted her face back up.
"Don't be ashamed. Your touch is gentle and focused, my binding can attest to as much. Even scarred, I can see a radiant beauty."
Her smile felt like a sudden wave of sunshine as she covered her eyes.
"Such a kind young woman, by the Gods you're making me blush."
I sighed lightly, looking towards Myria who was holding back a small giggle.
"How long was I out?"
The young lady uncovered her eyes.
"Roughly two weeks? That sweet girl by your side sped over here on a twister! It was amazing and terrifying. I'm rather shocked a Dark Elf could get into the castle town without the authorities coming for her."
I laughed slightly, gripping Myria's hand as she began to float.
"She's actually a Wind Spirit. Bound to me."
My free hand opened up, allowing a small wisp of wind to dance within it. Eyes radiating curiosity, the girl watched as it spun around, vanishing as my palm closed.
"Is this Rasswell? I'm supposed to be joining the Academy. I'm probably late for the first day as well."
I hung my head, a depressed sigh leaking out.
"Ah. I can take you there. The school has been opened for a rough few days, but I'm studying part time to be a nurse. I can go to and from freely, so helping you there shouldn't be a problem. Might I ask your name? It'll help me find where to take you. I'm Nola Roni, by the way."
"Sylvia. Sylvia Wick."
Nola's eyes went wide with shock.
"Y-You're the missing ranker?! Oh Kev will be pissed!"
"Ranker?"