I have been the local healer for a while now, this position has been pasted down from generations and generations, it’s kind of a family thing like if I marry someone they can’t be the healer just because they married me it has to be the blood, if you have my family blood you can be the healer.

My routine is always the same I get up,eat breakfast and go about my day, i’m usually in my little cottage in the east part from the middle of village, sometimes people will come in just to keep me from getting lonely and I really like that, but there was this one guy, D.G,who would come see me everyday he was really nice,funny,charming oh god I was falling for him.

One day I had a line of people waiting to get looked at, most of them were things like small cuts on there body but every so often I would get a really bad case like a dislocation or someone is near dying. So I have to spells I use the first is use for the small injuries and the other is for the more intense injuries but both outcomes are the same. One time D.G came in we started talking, flirting and all that jazz then he slightly hissed and held his arm “ow, forgot to mention I came here because I might have dislocated my elbow” his said while awkwardly scratching his head, I simply smiled and rolled my eyes, I went over to alchemy table started to prepare my spell, once it was complete I turned around and started chanting, the room turned emerald green then slowly died down. “So how’s your elbow now?” I asked, D.G moves it around “feels greats, fantastic actually” he laughed. I felt butterflies in my stomach, we stared at each other for while just looking and smiling, we were in love….were….that’s the key word.

We started dating, loving each other every day, eventually we got married and had kids together, we were happy this is the life we both wanted for a long. We were in our late 50s we wanted to retire and be together forever, my kids have taken over the position of the healer so life was great at least it was for a while. One day we woke up as usual, D.G complained of a headache that kept getting worse as the day progresses. I panicked and went to the healers cottage where the kids were getting started for the day, they saw the terror in my face and ran over, we started to examine D.G and noticed a small lump on his head, I touched it and D.G complained it hurts. Me and the kids ran over to the bookshelf and started looking through the books looking for anything that would help cure the lump. I decided to look though a large book that my family had put together throughout the generations, the first page was written by the first generation of healers. The first page had information about the lumps they were actually incurable tumours. My heart sank, I felt all bones in my body go weak, turns out every time I healed someone I was actually planting a tumour in their brain. I froze in horror eventually I was able to slowly walk towards my kids and D.G and explained everything from the book…..silent……the room went completely silent. I fell to my knees in a frenzy, crying, screaming all I could think about was all the life’s I was taking away. The kids and D.G tried to reassure me that I didn’t know about the tumours but I wouldn’t listen to them. “I WAS A HEALER, I THOUGHT I WAS HEALING PEOPLE I WAS ACTUALLY KILLING THEM!!, I TOOK SO MANY LIFES, MEN WOMAN, THE ELDERLY, PEOPLE IN THE ROYLE FAMILY…..I USED MY HEALING ABILITY ON NEW BORN BABIES THEY’LL ONLY LIVE UNTIL THEIR EARLY 30S” I screamed, I hated my position and my past.

I lived with D.G until the tumour completely killed him, he kept telling me it wasn’t my fault but it was.

I was a version of death it’s self taking life after life after life.