Memories began to flood Klara's mind.
"My childhood... like the other members of our resistance, it was a hard one."
She began to speak.
"I was a special child, a human with healing powers. And everyone made sure to let me know about it."
She paused.
"Ever since I can remember, I was treated differently from the other kids in the place they held us."
Visions from her childhood began to appear in her mind.
Klara sat down beside a tree, looking at the sky while she enjoyed her bread, when suddenly a group of kids appeared and surrounded her.
"Give us your food,"
one of them said, and without warning, snatched it from her hand.
"H-Hey! That's mine!"
she said, but right as Klara was about to snatch it back, one of the kids kicked her down to the ground, making her groan in pain.
"You think just because the guards are nice to you, everything would be fine as well?"
one of them said, before she got kicked again in the stomach.
"You don't deserve it!"
Then she got kicked again. And again. And again.
"Please guys... just leave..."
She managed to mutter, her weak voice filled with concern. But the group laughed it off and continued their assault.
"Hahaha! Look at her!!!"
they added, their mocking voices growing louder and louder.
"More! More! More!"
Klara just let them, unable to do anything else but cover herself up.
"Why are you so scared? You can heal yourself, right?"
The kids didn't stop, their attacks grew and grew. Klara began to cry from the pain, their assault getting harder and harder to endure by the second.
"P-please... I'm b-begging you..."
she pleaded with them. But it was like no one could hear her.
All of a sudden, the kids turned their heads and saw one of the guards coming their way. Immediately, they began to tremble in fear, their bodies frozen. No escape.
Klara watched as the guard pushed them away with a single strike. Those who ran away were killed on the spot by the other guards. She watched them die with her own eyes, blood spilling on her face as all she could hear were the cries of the others, pleading for mercy. Tears rolled from her eyes.
"The kids were always bullying me for being treated differently, but they didn't know that their lives were so meaningless compared to mine in the eyes of the demons"
Klara continued, her tone emanating deep sadness.
"Because we changed locations frequently, I witnessed these events more times than I can count... but eventually, one day I managed to break free. I escaped, because I couldn't bear the thought of being the reason so many were killed. Luckily... the Royal Resistance found me and took me in. Suddenly I was treated with love, with care, and for a while, I stopped worrying about being the reason people get hurt. But one day..."
In a medical camp near one of the Royal Resistance's bases, Klara was working on some gravely injured patients. Her healing magic brightened the atmosphere around her as she performed her healing. An assistant came running toward her.
"Lady Klara! There are too many of them! If we are not careful, the casualties could be higher than expected...!"
the assistant warned.
"No! No one is dying under me tonight!"
Klara declared, her healing magic vibrating even more while her face was covered with sweat. The assistant took a step back.
"But... my lady, there are just too many of them to be saved...! It's impossible for us to successfully save them all!"
The assistant protested, her worried expression growing.
"There is no such thing as impossible, Anna!"
Suddenly Klara raised her hands, and a massive magical circle covered the entire roof. The assistant's eyes widened with shock and horror.
"Lady Klara!!! That's a dangerous healing magic spell!!!"
she declared, her eyes shifting toward Klara.
"This is just too risky!!! This magic spell could kill everyone—and even you! Please rethink this!!!"
begged the assistant. But Klara didn't listen.
"This is our only chance! And I'm not letting anyone go, even if it means taking such a high risk!"
The magic circle shined brightly. It spun and created more ancient symbols as it began to operate on all the patients, but then a blinding light exploded from the camp.
"That day... I ended up killing every patient. Every single one of them died because of me. And... I didn't really recover after that..."
admitted Klara.
"I quit being a healer and lived my days closed off... away from everyone, I couldn't look at anyone in the eyes. At some point... the guilt was too much, and the events never left me. I wanted to end my life..."
Klara sat on a chair. In her hand, she held a sharp knife. Her hands trembled. She glanced at the knife, she could see her reflection in it. Her heart beat fast. She slowly aimed the knife toward her chest. Her eyes shook. Slowly, she closed them and took a deep breath. And then... she pulled the knife—
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the knife right as it was about to strike her. Klara opened her eyes.
"You don't want to do this... Klara."
said he in a warm tone. Klara's eyes widened in surprise, she couldn't believe it.
"I believe in you, Klara, more than you do yourself."
Liam smiled, his warm expression like a welcoming door of hope. Klara was left speechless.
"Please, don't let these thoughts take the best of you."
He let go of the knife, now covered with his blood.
"I will see you soon. Until then... please stay safe."
With those words, Liam turned and left through the window. Klara stood, completely still.
"I couldn't believe it... That night I couldn't sleep... I thought about everything, everything Liam said to me, and something, unknown to me, snapped within. I joined Liam, and from then I let go of everything, with the intention of not making the same mistake again."
The memories faded away, as Klara healed James.