More than two decades later,
A large, green flatland could be seen alongside an ancient monastery hidden deep within the high mountains. The chants and prayers, together with the natural harmony of the surroundings, have created a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
Throughout the calmness, the screams of pain and agony could be heard occasionally from the eastern room of the monastery. Even those who were chanting would pause, turn their heads to face the eastern room, and then resume their prayers with a heavy heart.
Anyone who could hear those sounds could only sympathize and conclude that the person was in great suffering.
A girl was laying on the bed in the eastern room with injuries all over her body. Some individuals found it difficult to approach her due to her powerful and cold aura.
She may have been beautiful and had a slender body, but her current messy condition makes it difficult to explain how she appeared to the outside world.
She had closed her eyes, yet blood was dripping from them instead of tears. She appeared to be losing all blood from her body as her skin began to turn a dark blue color.
Her complexion was beginning to deteriorate, her lips and fingernails were becoming black, and her hair fell so much that she turned bald.
Despite the fact that her senses had ceased functioning, she was still experiencing pain, which was evident in her screams, and things were becoming worse. Her breathing and heartbeat were so irregular that it appeared as though she would pass away at any moment
The individuals in the room really were terrified. They were also able to feel her despair and suffering.
Everyone made an effort to reduce her suffering and restore her body's regular functions, but it was ineffective. She lay comatose for a while after her neurological system ceased functioning as a result of the extreme pain.
The girl was discovered two days earlier by the village's leader in a neighboring pine forest. She still had life in her despite being severely injured. The local chief took her to the monastery in the hopes that she may receive treatment.
They quickly carried the girl to a room to treat her after spotting the girl, who was not a stranger at the monastery. Whoever knew her, whether they were small or big, was devastated by her condition.
Thank goodness they were aware of the girl's prior health issues.
As the girl was resistant to modern medications, there was no need to waste time looking for contemporary treatment; instead, eastern medicine and traditional herbs were utilized right away.
As things were not improving, a few monastery elders were forced to bring her to a private backyard.
They traveled a mile through the backyards of the monastery before arriving at a cave's entryway and entering. Four elders were the only ones to enter, and the others all left.
A huge hot water pond was located not far from the entryway. They placed the girl in the pond, added herbs, and began using their mystical medicine and top-secret healing technique, which was only known to a few individuals from the monastery.
The girl was continuously treated while being held in the pond for three months before being returned to the eastern chamber. During those three months, her injuries and organs had nearly fully recovered.
The healing process would have taken two to three days for any other patient who had had the same treatment. She was an exception, though.
The girl was moved from the pond to the eastern room and was still unconscious a month later. Her body had been wrapped with medicinal plants and changed often even after and since she hadn't been exposed to sunlight for a while, her skin appeared to have recently grown.
Her senses were beginning to open up, perhaps as a result of the healing. A small gesture of furrowing of her brows couldn't escape from the eyes of a teenage monk who was guarding her.
After running down the passage, the teenage monk halted at a large hall.
It was afternoon, so while the elder ones were instructing the younger ones, some of the others were meditating, relaxing, and drinking tea.
The young monk stealthily approached the senior monk who was meditating and whispered in his ear while adjusting his breathing. The elderly monk patiently listened before standing up, inviting other seniors to follow him, and making his way to the monastery's eastern chamber.
When one of the older monks entered the patient's room and checked the female's pulse, he let out a breath he had been holding and nodded to the other people present. He gently massaged her forehead and the crease on her face turned back to normal.
All left the room after asking a female attendee to unwrap the herbs and clean her body. An older female participant carefully cleaned her body, changed into new clothing, and departed the room, leaving her alone.
Nobody noticed the little trembling in her fingers.
Now that the girl's look was obvious, it was evident that she was as beautiful as a nymph.
She was still in a coma, which had reduced her aura. Her attractiveness was complemented by her baby-soft, baby-white complexion, shallow-arched, narrow brow, and puffy, pink lips in the shape of a heart.
The person who saw her would undoubtedly turn around and gaze at her again, fascinated by her beauty.
Her face appeared to have been crafted with great care because there were no birthmarks or defaults to be seen. On her body, the wound had left only a few scars. But given the time, everything would be fine.
After an hour or so, the unconscious girl abruptly opened her sharp, cold, and ocean blue eyes.
Note: The first two chapters are made in the third P.O.V but the later chapters are in the first P.O.V. If there will be a change of POV, there will be the indication.