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In the middle-late of the fourteen century, somewhere at England, at the middle of nothing sits a shabby shack quietly, so is the current person who is occupying it on a bed.
The man wore simple, grey robes that is tattered and dirty, but it’s the only thing he had on his body. Without them, he’s as good as a pile of bones covered with a thin layer of flesh. He has white, long and lank hair that somehow suits with his clothing. His skin is deathly pale from the lack of exposure from sunlight. His eyes and cheeks are long-sunken deep, and now he’s simply laying on his bed, unmoving and certainly not sleeping. He also smells like a corpse from not washing himself for a very, very long time.
He wasn’t sure why, but he got a feeling that today is a special day, perhaps the day he will finally move on, no longer suffering endlessly, a place he can find comfort and peace.
However, it appears that Fate has other plans, as he heard a loud pop that just erupted next to him, He would had jumped from the voice if he weren’t too weak to do so. An intruder? A thief? Someone who wanted him dead?
At least he is welcome to anyone who’s eager to put an end to his miserable existence.
“So you are the one who need help, aren’t you?” It was a sound of a young female, her voice is almost like singing to him, to the point he wished to see her face, just for once. Sadly, he no longer has the eyes to see her face, his parents did a good job on that, but one can always dream.
He still nodded out of courtesy, at the direction of the source of the voice, with both of his eyelids shut right.
“You... can’t talk?”
The man nodded as he touched his throat briefly.
“I understand, and I assume you have been on bed for a very long time?”
Another nod.
“Well, in that case, I’ll fix you in one move, consider it as a charity!” The voice said as he felt a warm feeling enveloped around his body, like the warmest blanket covered him during the nights with the strongest snowstorms. He then felt something grew out of his eye sockets, but he is too weak to protest, as he’a trained not to protest, or he’ll receive more beatings, that’s how things are back at his home before he got kicked out. He shuddered in fear of those painful memories, all the while as he felt the constant sore inside his throat is gone.
Now he really couldn’t resist the urge to open his eyelids, he just has to do so just to be sure, hopefully the young lady wouldn’t scream or run away upon seeing him the lack of eyeballs.
To his suprise, for the first time for the very long time, he can see.
He can see.
He can finally see things again like any normal person, it appears that whatever the girl just did to him, gave his eyeballs — thus his eyesight — back. And for the first time, he got to see his savior the first time for good.
The girl has raven hair and onyx eyes, she wears a formal blue one-piece dress with long sleeves that barely covered her ankles, with blue flats and long white socks to pair with, and an elegant silver butterfly hairpiece on the left side of her head. Her light skin and fair looks gives out a feeling like she’s some sort of royalty.
He would had expressed his gratitude for life by marrying her right on the spot, if only he wasn’t as good as any poor, worthless beggar on the streets, so why she came here just to help him, anyway?
He tried to get up, it didn’t work, he’s still too weak to do so.
“Oops, I forget that didn’t fix your lack of energy! Here, drink this.” The blue girl offered a vial with some sort of bright liquid in it.
At this point, even it’s poison, the man would be all too happy to drink it, consider he’d somehow got his eyesight back, at least he won’t be dying in a painful and lonely death as a nobody. For now, he trusts the blue girl fully and instantly, for giving his eyesight back. He knew it can’t be something that hurts him in any form.
He slowly drank and emptied the contents of the small vial, as he felt strength coming back to his body bit by bit, good enough for him to get up from the bed, but not enough to get down from it.
“There, you’re all better, what don’t we start by introducing ourselves? I’m Dawn, just Dawn, by the way.” The blue girl just got closer as she patted the white-haired man’s arm.
“i’m...perseus...” The man tried to speak, but it came out as a whisper instead, it doesn’t stop him being glad that he got his own voice back as well. Granted, it’s definitely hoarse from the lack of usage for a very long time, and his parents' potion to burn and break his throat doesn’t help his case.
Not that he wants to think anything about his ex-family anymore. Right now, all he wished is to give his savior a big hug, as he did exactly just that while muttering ‘thank you’ again and again.
...still, he really needs to get a bath for himself, once he’s able to get off from his bed.
“Yeah, right, I get your thanks. A lot of people did that every time I helped them with my ‘miracles’ as they say, and it appears you require more help other than fixing you, so I decided not to leave you before you are capable of taking care of yourself,” Dawn just hugged Perseus back as she rubbed circles at his back. “Does that sounds good to you? Provide that you are to explain everything about yourself.”
Perseus is just too grateful to Dawn to refuse her lifeline offered to him, anything to make his life better, he’ll takes it, even if it means to offer his soul to the devil, anything better than just wasting himself to death. So he just nodded his head vigorously, to the point that Dawn starts to worry if the man’s head would fall off from all the shakes he made.
Today is indeed a special day for Perseus.