2:“A New Name, A New Life”
[That night, under the cover of moonlight, the guards unlock your cell.]
Guard
This is as far as we can take you.
You’re on your own now.
[She step out into the dark forest road, wearing a tattered cloak and boots too large.]
Evelyn
(thinking):
No money. No name. No plan.
Just breathe. One step at a time.
[She walk for hours. Trees stretch tall, the road silent but for crickets.]
Evelyn
(thinking):
Maybe I can reach Solare Kingdom. Maybe I can start over.
[Suddenly, she spot something in the trees—a horse, tied loosely, and nearby… a man.]
[He’s slumped under a tree. Handsome, in a rugged, war-torn kind of way. Tousled raven hair, sharp jawline dusted with stubble, and cloaked in black with blood at his side.]
Evelyn
Oh great. The one man I meet is half-dead.
[She rush to him, checking his pulse.]
Evelyn
Still alive… barely. What did you get yourself into?
[For two days, she shelter in a small ruined hut nearby. She clean his wounds, try to feed him water, but he grows weaker.]
Evelyn
C’mon, mysterious dying man. Don’t make me a murderer by accident.
[That night, under the pale moon, a warmth spreads through her chest. Herr eyes glow an ethereal blue. Her hair lifts slightly as light surrounds her hands.]
Evelyn
(gasping):
What… what is this?
[She press her hand to his chest instinctively. The light flows into him. His wounds… close.]
[He gasps awake.]
Mysterious Man
Where…? Who are you?
Natasha
Uh… I mean—
coughs dramatically
I’m Natasha.
Your benefactor. Miracle worker. Random woman in the woods. Take your pick.
[He blinks, stunned, then sits up too quickly and winces.]
Mysterious Man
Did you… save me?
Natasha
Well, your horse mostly just watched. I did the actual work.
Mysterious Man
Do you always glow like a divine carrot when you heal someone?
Natasha
I—I don’t even know how I glowed!
It just happened!
Mysterious Man
…So you're saying you’re a glowing woman who talks to unconscious strangers in the forest, calls herself Natasha, and has no idea how she healed fatal wounds?
Natasha
That’s the summary, yes.
Add “recently unemployed noble criminal” and it gets better.
[He smirks, chuckling for the first time.]
Mysterious Man
Well, Natasha.
You’re definitely the strangest blessing I’ve ever had.
Natasha
(thinking):
I don’t know who he is…
But maybe this time… the story’s not already written.
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