Romans & histoires The Woman With The Cure

All of the shops were open with green lines painted in front of their doors. One shop in-particularly caught my eye, it was a small apothecary and the sign in the window said ‘Deformity cures sold here’. I approached the small shack crossing the green line painted on the floor to find 1,000s of small vials filling the shelves and a decrepit old woman behind the counter. She wore a dress that resembled a potato sack and her hair was a messy grey. I approached her speaking “I’m sorry for intruding ma’am, but what’s a deformity cure? How does it work?” “If you aren’t a witch dabbling in corrupted magic then it doesn’t apply to you.” She bluntly spoke not even looking up at me.

"Nothing gets past you, Lady Summers. My wife has been cured, and I couldn't be happier." Cured? Xena frowned. "Did the actual miracle doctor appear in the brief period I was gone, treat your wife, and leave?" The speed at which that had happened was unimaginable. One wouldn't even have had time to eat in such a short period, let alone treat a patient. How was it even possible? "I'll be frank with you, milady. The man you saw earlier, Mr. Zeller, is the one who cured my wife," Winston said. What? Felix?

Nothing about her screamed poisoned. This woman was messing with our heads, feeding us fear like a damn vulture waiting to pick at the bones. Her gaze didn't waver, sharp and unnervingly calm. "If you don't trust me, you wouldn't be here risking your life. And if you are not ready to accept what it takes to find a cure, then the door is open." She gestured toward the massive black door behind us. "I don't work with people who carry egos too big for their own good."

But she has been taking medicine for several months, and her condition has been bad again and again, and she is about to collapse. "Do you have a cure?" she asked. The appearance of low voice, where is the high toe just now. "It's not a question of whether there is any way, but whether I want to cure it." Yuri looked cold. The lady is also smart. Why don't you understand? Yuri is unhappy because she made trouble just now. She thought that if she could cure the disease, it would be nothing for her to apologize. So she said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm a frank person. Please don't take it seriously. If you want to cure me of this problem, I will immediately send a banner to your clinic!"

I know this woman is a healer. "Excuse me," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. The woman opens her eyes and looks at me, her gaze intense and searching. "My friend is hurt. Can you help her?" The woman assesses me for a moment before nodding silently. She leads me back to Anna, and I watch in amazement as she begins to work her magic. She murmurs incantations under her breath and mixes together various herbs and powders, creating a thick paste that she gently slathers over Anna's wounds. As she works, I can see Anna's color returning and her breathing becoming steadier.

But neither did I retreat. "I'm just saying," I muttered instead, not in the mood to argue with him. I pushed past him, "if she's half as deadly as she's classy, we're all fucked. "And if you mess this up," he bellowed after me, "you'll be the one to ruin the last hope this company has." I didn't answer him. But I knew what I saw in that woman's eyes, and it wasn't just “intelligence”. It was a calculating edge. And something colder.

"I am here to help you, to heal you, to bring back the light to your lives." I held up the vial of Dianne's concoction, its contents shimmering with an unnatural glow. "This," I declared, my voice ringing with authority, "is a gift from the Moon Goddess, a cure for your suffering." The villagers, their eyes wide with hope, reached out, their hands trembling with desperation. My smile widened as I watched them desperately lend their hands to my faces, asking for the blessing of the cure. I began dispensing the potion, watching as their faces, for a brief moment, seemed to regain their color. Their coughs eased, their eyes regaining a flicker of life.

Ace and I both ponder the question but I force the list forward and the strange puzzle to the back of my mind. “I can mix up a cure, but it is nasty and the longer you were taking the herbs and the more you took them, the longer it will need to be administered. I will make up a guest room for you. As for the poison. There is only one cure and I need you to get the two rarest of ingredients for it. It will be a hard journey and could take many months, but first, let’s fix your brain,” the old woman cackles.

"Bring her in!" Fenris's roar shook the very foundations of the house. The guard scurried out, trembling. A few minutes later, a woman in a black cloak walked slowly into the room. Her face was hidden in the shadows, but her eyes seemed to see through everything. "Who are you?" His bloodshot eyes locked onto her, like a beast backed into a corner. "What did you just say?" The hedge witch was unmoved by his fury. Her dark eyes turned to me, lying still on the bed. Her voice was thin and ethereal, like wind whistling through bones.

She was crouched by the fountain, talking to herself, making her little wooden wolf hop along the stone rim. The afternoon sun caught in her dark curls. She looked so small. So ordinary. Just a little girl, lonely and waiting for her mother to come home. And she carried inside her the one thing the whole world was dying for. “A cure,” Kyle murmured, watching her. “She’s a cure for the plague. A living one.” He let out a slow breath. “Goddess help her.” “What do we do?” He turned to me, and his eyes were hard and serious in a way I’d rarely seen.