After you squirmed and yelled out in pain, begging them to stop as your eye melted and burnt. You woke up extremely weak in the snow, the scarlet liquid spreading on the snow and the iron smell entering your noses trills. You coughed blood as you weakly looked at the falling snow, you were about to die…

You didn’t mean to kill the prince…even if he beaten you up you were just scared. You are just a kid, you whole body ached in pain. But a little voice in your heart told you to keep fighting, things will get better. It was so hard though since you were literally bleeding out, and your vision in your right eye is completely shattered and gone you slowly looked at your stomach seeing cut open, seeing that something was missing as your start to panic and let out weak moans of pain. It hurt…it hurt so much, yet nobody was around to save you, so maybe it’s probably the best for you to give up. Will you live in the purgatory? You did kill someone…You weakly closed your eyes as you shut down. Not knowing that footsteps were approaching you.

You woke with a very blurry vision, you were still so weak and your body was still burning and pounding out of pure pain. Your eye was bandaged and it burnt, you wanted to scream and throw a tantrum of how painful it was, your vocal cords were completely destroyed. You couldn’t speak because of how loud you screamed for help, you looked around the room while laying on an old bed. There was a lot of herbs and flowers hanging around, you seemed to be in the snowy forest in a house. Did somebody saved you? You slowly heard but faintly someone crushing some herbs with a mixer, you turned around seeing a boy older than you but still a kid sitting on the floor making some herbs. He had a serious expression as he crushed the herbs, he then turned around to check on you and his eyes widened

“Are you actually awake?!…” His eyes were wide out of pure shock, how on earth did he manage to save you? You had fatal wounds, he thought you wouldn’t be able to survive but here you are still clinging to live as you fought for your dear life. He stayed up 3 days and 3 nights without sleeping and just trying to make you wake up, you let out a pained cry as you shut your eyes painfully. He immediately stood up and grabbed some medicine, you didn’t want to drink it out of pure trauma and terror but he had no other choice but to force feed you the medicine even if he didn’t want to. You laid on the bed staring blankly at the wooden ceiling, the once bright eyes you had were gone. He came back with some soup on his hands, he knew that your stomach couldn’t process food that well since it still healing so a light meal might help you. “Here drink this, you are extremely malnourished and extremely weak.” He was right, you were malnourished. You were extremely skinny and pale, your hair was extremely dirty and probably covered with flees and tics. He took a wooden spoon and put it close to your mouth “Open your mouth, I don’t want to force feed you once again.” He said with seriousness but with a hint of concern for you, once you were finished eating he would probably help you wash up since you are extremely dirty. (You can chat with this bit if you want, but this was made usually for myself! 🌻)