Healers is a clan — a group of close-knit and interrelated families, also they are tied together with a strong common interest.
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Time frame: war time
By then, they had been completely cornered. All Clearport residents had packed their belongings and were asked to leave the city immediately.
Healers directed the residents to evacuate quickly because Ostrill's troops were almost taking over the harbor, and they tried their best to avoid civilian casualties.
The sky above the city was thick with smoke as panicked Clearport residents hastily grabbed their prized possessions and dashed for the exits.
Sirens wailed in the distance as healers bustled about, tending to the wounded and directing the frantic crowds towards the safety of the city gates.
In the midst of the chaos, a faint rumble could be heard in the distance - the march of Ostrill's troops as they closed in on their target.
Despite the urgency of the situation, the healers worked with calm efficiency, setting broken bones and administering potions to those in need.
The tension in the air was palpable, and fear clung to the street corners like a noxious fog. In the end, it was a race against the clock as the residents of Clearport fled for their lives, leaving their homes and memories behind in a desperate bid for survival.
"Then where are we going? Where should we go?!" A villager tearfully asked where they were going.
"I don't know. Don't go to Everkeep. Go anywhere, just not to Everkeep. Ostrill leads there!" Adeline said.
The group fell into a tense silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they contemplated their next move. The warning from Adeline echoed in their minds like a bell tolling for the dead, a stark reminder of the danger that lay ahead.
Everkeep had once been a beacon of hope, a symbol of strength and resilience for Cescils. "Then where?! This is my home! This is the last frontier of the Cescil Kingdom!"
She was right. Where would one go if their home was destroyed? The Kingdom of Cescil was on the edge of collapse.
They were a prosperous Kingdom but weak in armed forces, and when the Ostrill Kingdom decided to expand into Cescil, they were so easily defeated.
The news of Cescil's downfall spread quickly throughout the land, and with it came a sense of despair and hopelessness. The once-proud kingdom had been reduced to rubble, its people scattered and displaced.
None of the kingdom's princes and nobles knew how to lift a sword and use a bow and arrow. They only knew how to paint, compose poetry, and feast on cigars. They had never learned to fight, had never known what it meant to bleed for their kingdom.
For them, war was an abstract concept, something that happened to other people in far-off lands. They had been raised on beauty and excess, on art and luxury, and had never had to face the harsh realities of life. They only possessed high-class skills that were useless in wartime.
And the mystical women healers, usually ostracized and despised by society, came forward to protect the kingdom because their skills were indispensable. The healers also started packing up their medicines and other valuables. But not Lady Sophia.
She was still at the border, trying desperately to save as many soldiers as possible. The sun was setting on the battlefield, casting an orange hue across the barren landscape.
Lady Sophia stood surrounded by a sea of injured soldiers, her hands never stopping as she tended to their wounds.
She had a calm focus about her, and her face was etched with determination as she worked to save as many lives as possible before the inevitable retreat. As the other healers started to pack up and flee, Lady Sophia refused to leave anyone behind.
Her dedication was unwavering, and she continued to work tirelessly, pushing herself to the breaking point.
The air was thick with the sounds of groans and moans, intermixed with the clanging of metal and the distant sounds of battle.
Adeline could see those dying soldiers - whose chests had been perforated by gunpowder bullets - asking or even begging Lady Sophia to leave quickly because defeat was in sight.
Adeline watched as Lady Sophia moved from soldier to soldier, pausing with each one to offer words of comfort and healing hands to ease their pain.
The scene was both chaotic and peaceful at the same time. All around them, the sounds of war raged on. Gunfire, screams, and the clash of metal could be heard in the distance.
Yet here, in this moment, Lady Sophia's steady presence brought a sense of calm to the chaos. Despite the soldiers' pleas for her to leave, Lady Sophia remained steadfast.
Her eyes were focused on her work, and Adeline could see a spark of determination in them that made her feel both in awe and slightly afraid.
Here was a woman who would not be swayed by circumstances or opposition. As Adeline watched, Lady Sophia worked quickly and deftly, moving from soldier to soldier with an efficiency that belied the gravity of the situation. Her hands were sure and skilled.
She knew exactly what she was doing and did not hesitate for even a moment. Adeline felt a sense of admiration for Lady Sophia.
She was a healer, yes, but she was also a fighter. She refused to give up, even when others had already given up hope.
Lady Sophia was more than just a healer and a fighter. She was also a Princess, a fact that was known to all, despite the King and Lady Severa's clandestine affair. Even though Lady Sophia had chosen a life outside the palace, her people loved her all the same.
Adeline had heard stories of Lady Sophia's compassion and her tireless work to improve the lives of the city's poor and marginalized.
The Princess had never shied away from her duty to her people, even if it meant getting her hands dirty and going where others would not.
And now, as Adeline watched her work tirelessly on the battlefield, she saw that same compassion and dedication in action.
Lady Sophia was not just a healer and fighter, but a true leader, someone who inspired those around her through her actions, even in the darkest of times.
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