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Rushing through the verdant forest, her hair mangled, decorated with twigs from the earthen floor, her opulent dress caked with mud, her eyes blue glistening with determination, it was only then did she understand the importance of her journey.

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Rushing through the verdant forest, her hair mangled, decorated with twigs from the earthen floor, her opulent dress caked with mud, her eyes blue glistening with determination, it was only then did she understand the importance of her journey. Her pretentious upbringing did not prepare her for this. Nothing did. At the tender age of 15, her body ached and pained with such intensity that she felt she could no longer go on. But her mind stayed focused on the task at hand. Thoughts came flooding through all at once, sapping the strength she once had. She lay down for a few minutes, because it was all she could spare; dreams came easy: her mother on her dying bed, the illustrious and elusive cure she must find to save her entire race from destruction: the elves, yet at the center of her mind was the words the mysterious Wizard spoke to her : "To find this cure, you must first find yourself". What did that mean? She contemplated the phrase endlessly as the dreams kept her ensorcelled. A twig snapped. Suddenly she awoke in a cold sweat, beads of moisture rolled down her youthful face. She peered through the bushes, which had provided protection the night before. A boy no more than twenty years of age stood right before her. ...read more.

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She answered carefully "My name is Ashanly. I am an elf from Relania far in the eastern lands. Who are you? If I may ask." " I am Tokini of the Piteral tribe. You are trespassing on our lands." He grunted. "Come, eat, you are hungry." She described her quest; albeit unwillingly. The savages offered no help, and unsurprisingly threw her into a cage like an animal. There, they jeered at her and prodded her with twigs. The endless torture, or what seemed like it, was a motivator. It inspired her that there was more in the world out there other than her narrow minded life at Relania. She saw what looked like a shaman of their tribe, a perfect opportunity to seize the moment and find the cure she sought after. It was unusual, even at this length from her homeland that the plague did not affect this race. She observed this. At the crack of dawn, her mind vigilant as ever, she looked for a way out. It seemed that the sentries were non-existent, giving her ample time to escape. The barbarians seemed like an obtuse race, leaving their gates open. Wriggling through the ropes she managed to cut a fine incision to weaken the rope with her once manicured nails. She would have once cringed in vain, but she was on a more important mission now. ...read more.

Conclusion

As she approached the wise Wizard for advice, her face glum with disappointment. Her limbs languid, hung lifelessly from her frame. The wise Wizard embraced her. Ashanly felt love for the very last time. The wise Wizard spoke with a voice so gentle it was nearly inaudible, "Child, why are you sad?" "I failed myself, but most of all my people." She replied, her voice feeble. "You did not fail, Child, you succeeded. It was not the herbs that could cure the elves, it was you, all along. It took a special kind of person to do a selfless act like you did. The power to cure is in all of us, to unlock it we must first find who we really are, not the facades we keep to hide our insecurities." Ashanly gasped. "This surely can't be true, O wise one" The wise Wizard approached her, touched her cheek and whispered "Why do you think you were not affected by the plague?" Ashanly replied " I have the plague! I'm infected, look at my leg." Peering down at her calf, her skin smooth as ever, she laughed joyfully "It's true. I've had the cure all along." " You're not finished yet, young one, you must teach others that diseases are only your subconscious telling you that you cannot get better. It is only with the discovery of yourself that you may conquer your mind and therefore cure yourself." ...read more.

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