Chapter 12: The last archmage
Amid the jungle, inside a wooden house, a distracted woman mixed different types of plants to make a potion. Her hazel eyes continuously shined while her hair changed between golden and orange shades.
The woman was the last descendant of archmages who always counseled and supported the distinguished leaders of the world. After the latest war, there was considerable damage done to them by the authorities. So She didn't like politics and mixed up with them. Since she left civilisation, she had worked hard to make healing potions for incurable diseases.
' that city is a good choice to live in now.'
It was around 50 years ago from her last visit to the northern city. By now, most of the people she had helped had either forgotten her or died from a natural cause.
Contrary to her grandmother, she was too cautious regarding her safety. She would never take that risk if there were even a hint of danger. Her grandmother enjoyed travelling the world and chatting with people but didn't.
She used to live alone after her grandmother died 60 years ago, but at the moment, she desperately needed someone to talk to about her last night's dream.
What she saw was so heart-wrenching that, for the first time, she cried in her sleep. She had a feeling that it was her call. She decided that she should find that person and help him.
But what about her companion? Her eagle was an issue, especially with her big body. Once, her eagle flapped her wings with all her strength, and her belongings in the house were blown away by it. She must leave her behind in the forest. She didn't have a choice. She sighed in despair while stirring the liquid in a pot.
' What identity shall I have this time? Um... the last time I worked as a professional pharmacist. It was such a bore. How about a teen? Going to school doesn't seem bad.'
"Boom"
The mixture blew up, and the woman's face was painted with a dubious black material. She touched her face with disgust.
"Ah, I can't stand it anymore. Let's go into town and have fun!"
The woman looked at herself in a mirror, with her attire and hair styled; people would think she came from the back of a mountain or lived her whole life in a cave! It's been many years since she left town. She was confident that she would stick out like a sore thumb. «First, let's look at the nearest village to find out what is the norm now. »
She blew on an old small wooden whistle to call her eagle. In a chance of exposure to danger, it was better. She didn't go alone this time to the village.
A week had passed. She arrived in the city, and with fake identities, she rented an apartment.
She double-checked her appearance. She got a bob haircut and dyed it chocolate brown. She had never changed her face with magic. Using her magic consistently was not logical due to draining her mana. She put a spell on herself to appear young enough. She changed her clothes to jeans with a white shirt on.
She bought nutritional supplies for her fake grandmother in a hospital and wandered around, finding exciting patients who needed her help.
She heard the nurses talking.
"Did you know a new face came to see the intubated boy today?"
" Oh, who was it? For a year, he was there; only his mother had visited him."
"Yes, he is such a pitiful boy. His family has tons of money but no love. "
"Anyway, the boy who showed up today was apparently his older brother. From what I saw, he started crying at his door throughout his stay. "
"Has he regained consciousness after a year? How shameless! "
" What do you mean? "
"You don't know anything about him? His brother abandoned him and fled from a savage animal. He was hanging on for dear life while his brother was unscathed!"
The woman raised her eyebrow in surprise. She got curious about that boy and went into his room.
She looked at the boy with a plastic tube in his mouth and his eyes taped up. She placed her hand on his head, murmuring.
"Let me take a look at your memory."
She saw two boys joking and giggling as they camped in a jungle. Suddenly, an intense moonlight shined over one of them.
The boy's limbs started twitching like a seizure as the other one panicked about what to do. The suffering boy pleaded and screamed for help, but the pain remained unbearable. His eyes turned red and black fur covered him. He begged his little brother to stay away from him. Repeat that being near him is dangerous.
Instead, the younger brother drew near to him like a moth to a flame. The boy lost his willpower and attacked him. However, the boy did not put up a fight. It was a horrible scene, but the wolf began to come to his senses while the boy embraced him. The howl of the wolf echoed in the whole forest. The wolf turned back to its human form. With that, the memory was cut off.
The woman opened her eyes. In the opinion of an ordinary person, this behaviour made no sense. But she knew the kid was triggered by his lineage. The omegas of a clan of wolves tended to sacrifice themselves to stabilise the alpha they held most dear. But the boy was too young to deal with it and had a backlash.
"I can help you, but the price will be that you lose something that matters to you. I have no idea what it is, but I hope you won't blame me."
With that, she slashed her hand and poured her blood into his mouth. Her blood had a healing effect on other people; however, both she and the patient had to give up something. In their family, she was the first with this power. As a result, she became an orphan.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone