The morning sun rose over Haven, casting long shadows across the healing house. William stood at its entrance, watching the young girl who had arrived on that gray morning months ago. Lira was different now—stronger, brighter, her eyes filled with purpose.
She stood before Vesper, her hands steady, her voice clear.
"I am ready," she said. "I want to become a healer."
Vesper looked at her for a long moment. Then she nodded slowly.
"You have learned much," she said. "But healing is not just about what you know. It is about who you are. Are you ready to carry that burden?"
Lira looked at her hands. At the scars, the callouses, the life she had lived.
"I am ready."
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The ceremony was simple.
The village gathered in the square, their faces warm, their hearts full. Vesper stood at the
