The Scarred Luna

Chapter eleven

VIOLETA

“Try it out, Thania. You don't know what it could turn out to be?” Jasmine— Princess Thania's cousin said.

I thought about what she said. She wasn't wrong though, trying it out wasn't a bad thing, it would be a miracle if I could heal my face and the thought of it almost makes me think it's impossible.

“I don't know,” I sighed. “What if it doesn't work? I'm still not perfect and new to all this healer stuff. What if I mess up and it leads to a lot of tragedy.”

I was scared. My face was already scarred enough, I didn't need to make it worse, maybe it was better like this. People already hated me enough for looking like this. What if I made it worse and there was no way to fix it.

Princess Thania scoffed, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I felt the same way when you told me you had something that could help my father. I didn't want to give you a trial which I would've been regretting. But I trusted you and the outcome yielded to be fruitful. You just need to believe in yourself, I know you can do it.”

“I believe too,” Jasmine's twin brother— Joshua chimed in. Jasmine faced me with a reassuring look and stared at me, waiting for my response.

I chuckled at the fact that they had a lot of faith in me, but I also knew that they weren't wrong. If I could heal a person that was already in coma, why can't I heal my scars? It shouldn't be impossible.

“Okay, guys. I would do it.”

“Yay!” They jubilated.

Their reaction made me chuckle. I couldn't be more grateful for the people next to me, it was definitely fate when I made it out of that horrible pack.

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I was in the library, going through a lot of books, with Princess Thania by my side. She helped me find a lot of books on healing and herbs, while they were quite helpful— We hadn't found anyone that talked about healing scars or any book on procedures to heal scars.

“This is hopeless,” I sighed in defeat, kicking the books away from me.

Princess looked at me. “No, it isn't. You can't give up yet, I'm sure that if we search harder. We can find something,” she encouraged.

She was such an angel. But her optimistic behavior kills me sometimes.

“We've been here for almost two hours and we haven't found anything, what makes you think we would?”

She fell silent. “Wait! How did you figure out the herbs and procedures to cure my dad then?” She asked.

I thought for a bit and responded, “I had a dream about it and just enacted it in real life.”

She smiled and shut the book. “That's the solution then,” she clapped her hands.

I stared blankly at her. “What do you mean?”

“You just need to take a nap,” she replied.

I laughed at her statement, thinking it was a joke but she looked at me with a serious expression. “You can't be serious. That definitely won't work,” I argued.

She shrugged. “It did the first time.”

“That was just luck.”

“You can get lucky twice.”

I took a deep breath, trying not to get frustrated. This wasn't helping. I was about to say something but a guard walked in.

“Princess Thania, your presence is needed,” he told her.

She turned to me. “I'd be back in a second. Don't you dare close that book and stop looking,” she threatened me. It sounded playful but also scary.

I nodded. “Of course, Your Highness.”

I let out a frustrated groan and threw another book to the side. What was even the point? Nothing in here was helpful. My fingers ached from flipping too many pages and my eyes were tired from staring too hard.

I was just about to give up and throw another book across the table when something caught my eye.

It was a picture.

I paused, slowly flipping the page back. There, in the corner of an old dusty book, was a drawing of a few strange-looking leaves. I leaned in closer. I didn’t recognize them, but the text under it mentioned something about skin regeneration… and scars.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Could it be?” I whispered.

The book said the leaves were rare and only grew near the east garden—somewhere near the training grounds. I didn’t think twice. I got up, grabbed the book, and hurried out of the library before Princess Thania could return and stop me with another one of her “nap therapy” ideas.

I found the leaves exactly where the book said they’d be. Their smell was a little strong, almost minty, but calming. I collected them quickly, sneaking them into the herb room. I crushed them, just like the book described, mixing them with a few drops of water and moon flower extract. My hands were shaking the whole time.

I stared at the mixture in the bowl. It looked… harmless. Light green, a little thick, with a soft herbal scent. I dipped two fingers in and paused. My breath hitched.

What if this backfired? What if I ended up burning my face again?

No. I had come too far. I had healed Ragnar from a coma. I could do this too.

Closing my eyes, I slowly applied the paste to the side of my face where the scar sat. The coldness shocked me at first, but I spread it gently, covering every part of the mark. Then I waited.

Minutes passed slowly.

My heart thudded hard as I stood by the sink, glancing at the mirror every few seconds but refusing to look properly. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I didn’t want to believe in a miracle that might not come.

Finally, I rinsed it off.

The paste washed away easily. I wiped my face with a soft towel, still not looking up.

I counted to three in my head.

One...

Two…

Three.

I looked in the mirror. And froze. I blinked. I touched my cheek. The scar… it was gone.

My breath caught in my throat. I leaned in closer, fingers trembling as they brushed against smooth skin. My skin. I looked like… me again.

Tears rushed to my eyes as I stared at my reflection.

I was back.