My Remedy My Clarity Novels & Stories

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.

I asked her and she hesitatingly nodded before opening the door to let me in after her. “Ruby, guess what? There’s a spa that is having this slash of prices for their services and they have great customer service. What do you think about going with me so we could have complete makeovers together?” Clarissa yelled out as we both walked in and I watched Ruby’s eyes widen before she gave me a quick look and rushed toward the kitchen where Clarissa was.

Sybil rubbed her forehead and looked at the bowls. “Okay, the best thing I can do is make a cure here. However there are some dark salt sticks in the cupboard over there. Snap them and place them as close as you can. They are really potent and can clear one’s head rather well. I will be up as fast as I can. How bad are his wounds? What do I need?” She asked.

I set the phone down and let myself breathe. Clarity, I was realizing, wasn’t about knowing what you wanted. Sometimes it was just about knowing what you didn’t want anymore.

He tapped lightly against the back of my hand and I flinched. “Pain fixes that,” he said, “Pain creates urgency. The brain doesn’t have time to wander. It shuts down everything unnecessary and locks onto one thing. In her case, the letters. For a few seconds,” he continued, “she gets clarity. Clean input. No distortion.” Daddy looked at me, “And that’s why she reads after?” “Exactly. It’s unconventional but effective. A forced override.”

“That’s all.” He studied me for a long moment, eyes narrowed. “You’re lying. And I don’t like being lied to.” “I’m not lying!” I snapped, louder than I intended. My hand pressed against my stomach again, subconsciously, as if the contact could ground me. “I’m fine! Really! It’s nothing!” Clear’s hand brushed against mine in a soothing gesture, and I felt some of the tension ease. She leaned in slightly, whispering, “Breathe. You’re okay. One moment at a time.”

But Luna still meticulously noticed... Clar's body was a bit uncomfortable. Because the entire weight of her body was pressed against Ben. Her whole being was so weak— Completely drained of strength, her bones aching and limp. He immediately walked to her side. The palm of his hand surged with energy. An endless stream of healing power poured into her body! In an instant, Clar felt the relief. Her entire fatigue... wiped clean away! With her body slightly recovered, Clar ran over to the water to check her reflection.

I closed my eyes tight and clenched my fists from my side as Alpha went out with her. I decided not to think deeply about it, and so I sat and enjoyed my meal. “I know you're not talking to me, but I got you some herbs on our way here. It should help to ease the stress and anxiety that you're feeling. It's the least I can do,” Clarion said. I had completely forgotten about his presence and him talking. It took the grace of the Goddess to not roll my eyes at him. But I didn’t ignore him. Instead, I decided that it wasn't bad because right now I could really use anything that would help me with my anxiety. He left The Cave to prepare the mix while I finished my food.

Clarissa said decisively, “So, rest here and heal your wounds properly, then finish retreating before sunrise tomorrow. Otherwise, you’ll be my enemy.” “Alright,” they reluctantly agreed. The sun set, and nightfall finally arrived. Clarissa sat cross-legged on the bed, recuperating. “Leader, your medicine is ready.” A maid walked in with the medicine. Clarissa pointed to the table beside her. “Leave it there.” “Yes.” The maid placed the herbal soup on the table and left. Glug, glug... After a round of healing, Clarissa drank the soup while it was still warm. Knock, knock, knock...

He kept browsing through the books to find that right one. "I think I will go with this one." Mane was an intelligent child, a fast reader with even faster comprehension. He had only used about ten minutes to browse through the books. The manual he had settled for was called, the 'Void Meditation Technique'. Practicing this technique allowed one to empty themselves of distractive thoughts, putting only what is relevant before them. Using this technique, one could practice for days without realising it. In a sense, it was very similar to the spell of clarity. Mane was not sure of the value of this technique, but he was sure it was priceless. Since, the spell of clarity was highly sought after