What it felt like being normal.

Her race—the Heilens—are known to be a race captured by the slave traders.

This is due to a rare black hair that is possessed by only this "special" bloodline; making them a constant target generation after generation.

No one in the country knew what the Heilen bloodline could actually have other than a unique hair color that no one in the country possess. It is said by few that this certain clan has a vast potential to exhibit a powerful magical prowess, others claim that the Heilen clan are blessed with an abnormal strength.

Slave trading is a tradition done even back at the ancient days. It signifies inequality between the world. It is an indirect indication that those who are in power are above those who are born with nothing.

Feuersturm Empire is a country located in the Zuerst continent. Zuerst is divided into seven countries ruled by different kings; five countries in Zuerst permits slave traders, and every aristocrats or even the normal folks can find a slave of their own. The remaining two countries are isolated from the rest, having a cold climate which will make slave trading quite difficult.

Escaping the traders were an everyday battle for Faustina back when she was a little child.

Until she met Eula, a witch; a woman who practices medications, who creates 'potions' with herbs, and healing people without incantations like sorcerers. Witches are not referred to as doctors because of their gender. It is said by ancient scriptures that women cannot do anything other than give birth and provide pleasure. This, of course, did not apply to sorcerers and clairvoyants as well as n.o.blewomen and royalty.

It is only applied to peasants; the ones born with nothing.

'Women cannot be called doctors,' Faustina remembered Eula saying with rage as she teaches her to create a medication for headache, 'because the kingdom believes that women are incapable of being competent enough to learn medicine.'

Eula took Faustina as her apprentice when she adopted her. Faustina had Eula as a mother figure, a teacher, and her only loved one. Adopting Faustina was an unspoken declaration of being her child, a silent yet certain indication of "Yes, I am your family now."

Although it was never discussed between them, it is quite clear for Faustina.

Eula is her one and only family.

"Ack!"

A cough of blood startled Faustina, making her crush the green herb faster. She immediately plunged it to a wooden cup filled with lukewarm water afterwards, sweating profusely.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stirred the medicine and swiftly took a ladle to make her master drink. Her hands were trembling, maybe because of fatigue. She was working night and day without any rest, after all.

Faustina's dark-brown eyes were like fallen autumn leaves. Seeing her only guardian befall with such agonizing pain. Her black hair was tied into a bun, a habit her master told her to have, in order to prevent contamination with the medicine they are creating.

"Faustina," says Eula in a very weak voice, "I don't think I am going to live much longer."

"Don't say that," Faustina softly said, as the ladle touched the dried lip of her master. Eula's fair complexion was now pale. Her red hair was unkempt, although Faustina combs it every day.

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"Is the medicine working?" Faustina asked, "are you feeling better, Master?"

Eula unleashed several fits of cough. Blood trickled at the side of her lip.

"Months have pa.s.sed," Eula said weakly, "maybe it's finally the time..."

Faustina feigned a smile, "You're going to be better, Master. Just wait for the medication to take effect. I've added a hundred percent concentration of the herb, and I went to the forest to search for those mushrooms the book was referring to."

"You have been researching night by n—" Eula coughed, "—ight. It's not working. You have been pus.h.i.+ng yourself too much, Faustina... but I don't think I..."

"Don't be pessimistic... please." Faustina's last word broke. She clenched her jaw and tried to smile. "You're going to be okay."

Faustina stared at her master. She knew Eula was suffering. She could not even sit down, let alone lift a finger. Her body rejected the ingestion of food a month ago, and now it does not even react to any medicine. Her body is filled with spasms of agonizing pain by dusk to dawn.

"Faustina." Eula says, "y-you have been my apprentice for so long. For seven years of practicing medicine we have been through our own battles and the like,"

"Master...?"

"I've taught you everything I could teach. Our home... this small cabin in the mountain have kept you safe from the traders..."

"Master, don't try to speak—your condition is worsening!" Faustina says as Eula coughed several times once more.

"I want you to leave this cabin when I die. I want you to go and see the world..."

Faustina kneeled before the bed and held the hand of her master. Her mother. Her only family. For years they have been together and now Faustina can feel it—this is the day. Like it has been predestined. It felt so surreal now.

"A man who can heal is called a 'doctor,' while a woman who can heal is called a 'witch.' This mindset... I want you to prove it wrong." Eula says, almost tentatively, "from this day on your battle will be harsh... to escape those traders is one of them... to survive..."

"Master..."

"I..." Eula's green eyes s.h.i.+ned with tears and sorrow, "I'm sorry..."

Faustina cannot hold it any much longer. Her strong front broke into smithereens, its fragments are tears coming from her eyes. Her sobs were slowly breaking into loud cries of agony.

Holding the limp hand of her master was like hanging into her sanity. No, she does not want Eula to go. She doesn't want her mother to go. She does not want to be alone.

"If you see the trader... run..." Eula says, her voice was getting smaller, "if you see the king..."

Faustina stared intently as Eula mumbled a breathless whisper.

A final breath.

Faustina shattered into a loud lament, mourning her master's death. She embraced the lifeless corpse of her only mother. Her only family.

"If I may intrude..."

Faustina froze. It's as if time stopped. Her heartbeat slowed and grew loud, as she turned around slowly from the door. The moon was s.h.i.+ning brightly against the silhouette of a smiling man.

"I am deeply sorry for what sorrow you have experienced." He says, sympathetic. "Such sadness has befallen your heart, such crestfallen melodies from your cries."

"Wh-who are you?"

"Oh, you may call me Jonathan," he says as he bowed. "I am a Warlock and a Doctor."

The man smiled. "I have come to collect, oh—I meant... to acquire something special, my dear."