My Remedy My Clarity Novels & Stories

With every syllable, let fog dissipate, Reveal the clarity we seek, illuminate. Break the chains of doubt and fear, Guide us to the answers near. Wisdom's whispers, ancient and wise, Banish confusion, let clarity rise. With each verse spoken, chaos retreats, Unveil the truth, where darkness meets. By the sacred words, we summon the light, In tongues unknown, reveal truth's insight. Inscribe upon our souls, knowledge profound, A symphony of wisdom, let clarity resound. In nomine sapientiae, claritas subveni,

I walk in quietly, the smell of herbs and cleaning agents hanging in the air. "You look better." I say softly. Clara glances up, offering a small weary, smile. "I feel...clear. For the first time in a long time." Her voice cracks, and I feel something twist inside me. I move closer, sitting beside her. "It's over now." The purging ritual had been successful. She no longer had to worry about the evil manipulations.

The case would eventually be added to Meridia’s top ten unsolved mysteries, still unsolved even by the time the apocalypse finally arrived. That afternoon, I woke up groggy in my own bed, Nido’s purring warm against my ear. I scooped him into my arms, lingering a while before finally getting up to wash. Looking in the mirror, I noticed my skin looked fairer, my pores smaller. Even two old acne scars on my chin had vanished completely. The spirit spring water works fast, I thought, almost giddy. I’ve saved a fortune on cosmetic procedures. Rex padded in, begging for attention, and I gave both him and Nido a good scratching before heading downstairs.

Remy’s voice rang out, it was far too cheerful for someone who was also supposed to be recovering from a hangover. I squinted through the glare to see her leaning casually against the counter, looking annoyingly refreshed. She was already showered and dressed in a simple black oversized tee and Jean shorts. “Don’t,” I muttered, raising a finger. I slid into a bar stool and buried my face with my hand. “If you speak at that volume again, I’ll be forced to move out. Why are you so… functional?” “Plenty of hydration, plus I didn’t drink as much as you last night.” I heard the soft slide of a glass across the table towards me. “Drink this. It’s warm water with lemon juice and a dash of sea salt.

I needed my bloody eyes fixing. “DOC!” I yelled. I heard rushing footsteps and then a breathless doc “What’s wrong Sir?” “I am sick of laying here, I need my eyes fixed, and I need that fixed now” “Let me look Sir” He walked over and started to remove the dressings “Can you see anything at all?” “It’s blurry, but I can make out your outline” “There is a trial product out that speeds up the healing, but it has not been fully tested” “Meaning?”

I laugh at her scared expression. "No, silly. Natural rainwater helps with cleansing, and the Clear Quartz helps with clearing your mind, balance, and healing. Remove your shirt and bra, then lie face-down on your mat with your arms to your sides. We will begin with a Clear Quartz massage. From this point on, I need you to remain quiet. Focus on your body and mind. First, I will relax your muscles before you stretch them." She follows my directions, granting me access to work on her body. She's left in a pair of short cotton shorts that leave nothing to my imagination. I straddle her bottom to ensure I don't put too much stress on my own body during the session. I drop the two crystal sphere

His eyes widen, lips parting a few times but nothing comes out. “What the fuck are you on?” “Clarity,” I smile. “I needed to come to get to this point, so once again, thank you.” “Tha-th-thank you?” He stutters, the look on hisface laughable. I turn around before I break character and leave, but not before I hear him muttering. “What the hell?”

"No one's going to take my shine from me today, Clar, now get in here and help me." The next thirty minutes are spent with me bathing in honey and milk to make my skin shiny, soft, and supple, after which the bath is drained and Clarissa helps to wash me with a strawberry-scented bath wash. After that, I proceed to the bedroom where the makeup artist is already waiting to work her magic on my face.

“Now.” Two minutes later, Clara — one of the only staff I trusted not to run to Daphne — answered. “Yes, sir?” “Do you remember that herbal remedy you make… the one for fever sweats, nerves, stomach tightness?” “Of course.” “Make it. The stronger batch. Add chamomile, not mint.” “For you, sir?” “No,” I said. “For Miss Carlos. Quietly. And deliver it to her room yourself. Knock once and walk away.”

Clary stared intently at the liquid she was brewing. She stirred it once more before boiling it with a click of her fingers, smiling when it turned a pale, almost translucent golden color. Perfect, she thought as she decanted it into a crystal bottle and wrapped a ribbon around the neck, the words 'Clary's emporium' printed on the ribbon. Nobody could say their money was wasted when it came to the presentation of her products, she thought with a smile. She glanced up when her wards went off, a few seconds before a magic circle opened into the room.