Clarity Why Are You My Remedy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She'd been quiet since awakening, but the moment I'd pulled the Tears of the Moon Goddess from the ground and raised them to my lips, she spoke. "Clara, the healing light inside you — that golden power — it can cure the feral sickness." My hand had stopped. "Do you know why Damien agreed to the alliance with Red Moon? Because Red Moon controls the mineral deposits that produce the feral sickness cure. But if your bloodline can do the same thing, he won't need that marriage." "You've never had a father. You lost your mother. You've been alone for so long. Now the Moon Goddess has given you a mate — can't you give yourself one chance?"

'But, Ryker, I'm no longer worthy of you. It was always there, lurking in the shadows of my mind. I asked for an explanation of a term since they needed clarification on its significance. Why did Claire tell me she loved me and then say such a strange thing? The question of her worthiness lingers in the air, shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. Why does she not deserve it? What is it in her that falls short of the mark? This puzzle is similar to a riddle that has to be figured out. Maybe she'd done something noteworthy. "Shit!"

she asked carefully. I forced a small smile immediately. “Yeah. Just tired.” Clara remained still for a second longer than usual. Then her gaze drifted toward my bag. Toward where I had hurriedly shoved the medication. And something unreadable flickered briefly across her face before she smiled again. “Your doctor really has you taking a lot lately.” My throat tightened instantly. “They’re just vitamins,” I replied too quickly. Silence. Not heavy. But noticeable. Then Clara nodded slowly. “Right,” she said softly.

The discovery of Althea's betrayal hung overwhelmingly within the air, a substantial tension that settled over the clearing like a cover. Clara's heart beat in her chest, her intellect reeling from the stun. She had trusted Althea, and had leaned on her perception of the future. Now, that trust lay shattered at her feet. “Why?” Clara demanded, her voice tinged with disbelief and anger. “Why would you do this?” Althea’s smile was a cold, calculating thing. “Power, Clara. True power is not something you can afford to be sentimental about. The Heart’s energy is wasted on those who would squander it on dreams and ideals.”

(JUST WHY ARE YOU) “I think you are suffering from the lack of vitamin me.” ----- Anonymous ----- “WAIT!” Clay deliberately corners Sky in front of the elevator door by which he hurriedly blocks chasing after the disappointment and irritated Sky. Matching its way and the only place he deems and ever thinks of it will be. He sure has the idea and the utmost needed words and a particular plan to stop him.

he urged, his eyes scanning the gathered crowd. "Doctor, can you confirm if the herbal remedy she gave him was harmful?" Clara demanded, her arms crossed defiantly. The doctor's expression was serious as he carefully measured his words. "At this point, we can't definitively say that the remedy was harmful. Rico's condition was critical, and it's possible that the herbal concoction played a role in his stabilization. We can't overlook that possibility." Clara's eyes widened with disbelief, her anger now mixed with uncertainty. "But... How can we trust an outsider with such an important task? She could be plotting against us! Doctor, you can't possibly say the remedy saved him, not your drugs

“Well, I feel respected enough. Regarding what happened to you yesterday, I don’t know what it is. But suppressing your emotions is weakening your aura. And if you keep at it stubbornly, your vision might really go bad and your strength will weaken at a fast pace. Whatever it is bothering you, I will advice you sort it. I will have some herbal tonic brewed and brought to you. Taking it diligently will help, but it is only a matter of time before it stops working if you don’t help yourself. You can go now. I want to change.” Calvin exhaled slowly, taking a step forward that made me back away. “Thank you, Clara. But can we talk?” “I don’t want to talk to you, Alpha Calvin.” I stated firmly. “I

“How can we prove ourselves to you, Alpha Simon?” Simon regarded us thoughtfully before speaking again. “There is a tradition in the Silver Claw Kingdom, a test of will and mind. It’s called the Rite of Clarity. If you wish to earn the amulet, you must face this challenge. It is not a test of brute strength, but of wisdom and clarity of purpose. If you succeed, I will consider your request.” The Rite of Clarity. I had heard of it before—a mental trial designed to strip away all distractions and force the participant to confront their true intentions. It was said to be grueling, but not impossible.

“I see flashes of old images, of memories... I see my parents; I see the academy—” “What else do you see?” she asked angrily. “I see Selene,” I said and closed my eyes tightly. “It hurts so much.” Clare opened her purse and pulled out a liquid, quickly pouring it into the drink. “Take this; it relieves your pain,” she said, and I drank. Then she put her hand on my forehead; I can feel the dark energy emanating from it for the first time. “Now you're going to forget that idiot Selene, you're going to loathe her for wanting to kill your baby, and you're going to stay obsessed with me, to the point that you love me so much that you would give everything for me, even your own life.”

How could I burden someone else with my problems? My gaze shifted to the small bookshelf in the corner. Among the titles, one caught my eye: "Finding Clarity in Chaos." It was gifted to me by Alex. Alex has picked it up during a fleeting moment of inspiration for me , hoping it might provide some guidance someday. Perhaps that day had arrived.