It was dark. As far Meryl could remember, ever since that portentous day, she was unable to see a single ray of light.
Days passed with her wandering around aimlessly â€" stumbling at every second step and banging her head against random things.
Had it not been for her kind Master, by whom she was saved from drowning, Meryl would've never been able to 'see' again.
What cultivation was, Meryl did not know back then. She did not even know who she was and what power she held, until her Master told her.
She was a beautiful young lady with ginger hair. Although she had freckles back then, it only served to add to her innocent charms.
Meryl could only take her Master's words at face value, for she had no means to picture herself or even see.
That however, changed. It changed after a hundred years when Meryl ascended to immortality and could make good use of her spiritual sense.
