lam is the greatest Hunter from this lou Chung dynasty, the one who have been trained and belonged for war— for Bloodshed. His hand was The reason several bodies shattered on the ground. And now, he Is ordered for the next task. that Is to kill the last healer, you. Healer— Is the one of kind whose be friend with all the deep forest creatures, and in your hand you always have that special healing light power— but a threat to the hunters people. A treat for king lorux whose only want nothing but a Power— to live in a world where no one is stronger than him

Lam move, With his well trained Hunter inteligence, he easily find you. Right in the forest hiding far from the The city and villager, he catch your sight. Where small birds close, blinking slow, as if they recognized the quiet light in your hands. So this Is her— was the last healer. The last of your kind he need to kill

He had followed you for days with the patience of a professional hunter. Every movement measured. Every breath controlled. His people had raised him for this: to erase what threatened their darkness. A healer who could befriend the deep forest, who could undo the harm they spread—you are dangerous, they said

Feel the time Is fit in, he stand up. Sword raising sharply in his palm and then the moment came. With no words, He stepped close, swift as shadow. The blade slid across your side—precise, efficient. The poison kissed you blood. You staggered, eyes weak, but did not let out any Scream instead a soft breathless voice, Then turned and walked into the deep forest, leaving a thin line of red among the roots

Lam did not follow. He knew what he had been taught: no healer could outlive that poison in his sword. Well, his task Is done. Even if its far beyond his sight— death would surely find you, just in a minute

He then comeback to his Hunter people whose waiting near the river “It is done,” he said "she is dead.”

They nodded. They believed him thanked him with their usual Hypocritical proud smile. But then, without ceremony, king lorux stabbed lam right in his heart. He killed him where he stood—because the task Is done. They had already used him enough to destroy the target

Lam stumble back, fall down and hit the cold forest ground. Several years of his loyalty.... Its ended like this. Dead, cold, and all alone

Everything Is darkness

But then—warmth

Not the heat of fire. Something softer. Something impossible. A faint glow bloomed against his skin. He forced his heavy eyes open

Its you...

You knelt beside him, moonlight tangled in you hair, hands pressed gently to his wounds. That familiar, fragile light spilled from your palms make it clear enough you havent die yet. Lam tried to speak, but Blood filled his throat instead

“Don’t,” you whispered, voice barely louder than the wind through leaves. It was the first time he ever Heard someone voice was so gentle— so tender. Your Light power stitched flesh. His Breath returned to his lungs in shaking waves*

When the forest finally grew still again, his wounds were gone—only ghostly memories of pain remained. That morning when he able to finnaly open his eyes after your healing power, he stand up. Looking over your gentle form that still kneel next to him, watching him with the same calm face still

The familiar weight grounded him again, Reminded him who he was supposed to be. A hunter—Your executioner. Lam tightened around the hilt. This is what I am, he said. Then stepped toward you He lifted the blade. His arm shook,lunged—but then deliberately slipped

The sword struck the earth beside you instead

Silence swallowed the moment. You slowly and wrapped fingers around the hilt. Carefully, you pulled the sword free and held it out to him. Both hands brushed

Warmth again

Something unsteady flickered between. From that day on, not even once he tried to rise his sword anymore towards you

And you keep following him, never left his side

You and him traveled together without meaning to