We are done for!!
All because of your foolish kindness this village might be wiped off the face of this earth if the chief doesn't come early, the flood has passed and now is the time for diseases and those wretched monsters!
"How would we fend them off then?" Someone from the crowd shouted.
Silence!!!!
An old lady walked out, tattered from the house where the woman was treated, her steps felt like her lasts, and her body looked like it could be carried by the mere wind.
"The only reason I even allowed for her to be saved was because of the clothes she wore," the old lady said with a deep but murky voice.
If you guys had used your brains properly, you should have seen she wore the cloth of a noble, even if it was tattered.
"You working for a year couldn't even buy it, and you know what consequences this village would face if her clan finds out we found her alive and let her die???"
Our lives would be a hundred times worse than this, we would be living hell on earth, even worst than those wretched monsters that surround the village.
Back in the room, a purple glow emanated the surroundings, coming from some words written in the woman hands which disappeared soon after.
A week had passed, people in the village died of starvation, monsters and diseases, and worst of all, there was no herbs to get them healed.
No one had gone into the room except a sole woman who had gone there to help her get clean, and that day she had the shock of her life.
The woman layed motionless on the makeshift bed, her breathing shallow and uneven, yet something about her presence felt unnatural.
"I have to take care of this woman again" the caretaker sighed loudly.
Ever since the woman was brought into the village, she had been the sole cater of her, cleaning the nasty wounds and rebandaging her.
Doing this alone all the time would get someone tired and might even give them mental trauma, but she had to do it since the woman was a so called NOBLE, and the people of the village didn't want to anger her clan.
Just like before she planned to remove the bandage and wash the body before wrapping it again, but what she saw made her release a shriek scream.
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!
In no time almost all the residents of the village had surrounded the hut, what they saw made them drop their jaws.
What they saw was a woman, with skin as fair as jade, her as long and lush like the Amazon, with purple edges, and bright green eyes.
"Whe.. where is the injured noble" one asked with their voice shaking, as they knew the implication.
"What a stupid question," the elderly woman that treated her said.
That's obviously her, there's no one in the village who looks like that or was in that bandage laying in that bed.
The commotion surrounding the house woke up the sleeping beauty.
"Where am I? No rather not, Who am I?" The lady said in a small but clear voice.
The silence that followed her words was deafening. The villagers stared in awe and fear, unsure of how to process what they were seeing. Just days ago, this woman had been frail, her body broken and teetering on the edge of death. Now, she radiated a strange, unearthly beauty, her features glowing with vitality as if she had been reborn.
The caretaker, trembling, backed away from the bed, clutching her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart. "This… this can't be possible," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd outside.
The old woman, the one who had insisted on saving her, narrowed her eyes and stepped forward, her frail figure straightening with unexpected authority. "It is her," she declared, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions behind it. "But something… something has changed."
The villagers exchanged nervous glances. Whispers of magic, curses and witches filled the air as the tension in the room grew unbearable. One brave soul finally stepped forward, pointing a trembling finger at the woman on the bed. "If that's her… then what in the gods' names happened to her? No human heals like this!"
The woman on the bed blinked, her bright green eyes scanning the room as if seeing the world for the first time. Her hand moved to her head, her fingers brushing against her thick, lush hair with its strange purple edges. "Who… who are you?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with panic. "And why… why can't I remember anything?"
The old woman frowned deeply, her weathered face creasing with worry. "You don't remember your name? Your clan? Anything about where you came from?"
The woman shook her head slowly, her confusion evident. "No… I don't even know who I am."
The crowd outside began to grow restless, their fear turning into paranoia. "This isn't normal!" someone shouted. "She's cursed! She'll bring ruin to the village!"
"She's not cursed," another argued, though their voice lacked confidence. "She's… she's beautiful, her whole existence defines the word beauty, rather than saying she's cursed I'll say she is blessed."
"Enough!" the old woman barked, silencing the crowd. She turned back to the glowing figure on the bed, her eyes narrowing. "You don't remember who you are, but that doesn't mean you aren't dangerous. Until we figure this out, you'll stay here under my watch."
"But what about the clan?" a villager cried out. "If they find out we've kept her like this—"
The old woman raised a hand to silence them. "We'll deal with that when the time comes. For now, we need to focus on keeping her alive—and figuring out what she is."
Inside the hut, the woman closed her eyes, a single tear escaping and sliding down her flawless cheek. She didn't know who she was, where she came from, or why she had been left for dead, but something deep inside her whispered that this was only the beginning. Whatever had happened to her, it wasn't over.
And neither was the curse that had brought her here.