The Eccentric Healer!

            Sylvanha, a black-haired, short skinny young lady of twenty who possessed tanned skin slowly rose from the ground, wiping off the tearstains on her cheeks with the sleeve of her velvet gown. She stared at the disappearing backs of two burly men with long hair that was braided into single ponytails. She scoffed with her arms folded. “Mystic Fangs pack, laugh all you want. You will seek my help one day but I will not even help a baby from the pack. May a thunderbolt strike me if I take back my words. Moon goddess, bear witness to this. You didn’t lend a hand when I was going through injustice. Now I got framed for stealing a treasure in the pack and look where I am, cast into danger. You still did nothing. I won’t hope on you any longer, old hag. Just do me a favor and bear me witness. I will never help anyone from this damn pack. Bear me witness. Moon goddess, bear me witness!” she yelled and thunder struck in the sunny sky. “Are you warning me? Bear me witness, old hag!” she yelled again in dissatisfaction. A lightning bolt struck the ground close to her, creating a large hole. Then a glowing female dressed in silver clothes that spelt royalty appeared behind her. “My dear, I’m no old hag.” Sylvanha turned around to see the beautiful lady looking back at her with a kind look. “Hag, drop that expression. We both know it’s fake. I’m not interested in your so-called words of motivation and encouragement and I don’t want riddles. Just tell me. Do you bear witness to my vow?” she said with arms folded, wearing a frown. “(sigh) My dear…” “Do you bear witness or not, old hag?” Sylvanha spat in ire, unfolding her arms. The glowing female gasped, covering her mouth with her left hand. “Gosh! You have a tempter!” “Ma’am, do you bear witness or not?” “Sylvanha, I can’t.” “Then, why are you here old hag?” the enraged Sylvanha questioned. “You are a healer. Any pack who knows your worth will prosper. And healers shouldn’t be grudgeful.” the lady advised. “Moon Goddess, I didn’t ask you to make me a healer wolf, did I?” “My dear…” the lady sighed. “Please, go sit on your throne. I’m not ready to entertain you, old hag.” Sylvanha spat and turned to walk away only for her knees to weaken, causing her to fall to the ground. “My dear, listen to me.” the lady said in a soothing tone. “I don’t want to hear any of your words, old hag. Just leave me alone!” “No, I can’t. By the way, I’m not the moon goddess.” “You… You’re not?” Sylvanha’s eyes widened. “Then where is the real old hag?” “Gosh!” the lady seemed frustrated. “The moon goddess is not going to come at your request. I’m just her servant.” “Servant…. Then why are you here? I didn’t ask you to come here. And why does a slave like you dress this lavishly? Those who don’t know would think you are the moon goddess.” “My dear, the Alpha of that pack is your fated one. He’s your soulmate.” “I know. He knows I’m his mate too but what did he do? He not only rejected me but had someone frame me and cast me out of the pack.” “My dear…” “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. Help me tell the moon goddess to change my fated soulmate. If she can’t do that, at least, she should bear witness to the fact that I won’t help anyone from that damned pack.” The lady shook her head and sighed. “Your request is granted. I am the moon goddess’ avatar and with the power she’s vested on me, your wish is sealed. If you ever take back your words, you’ll be struck by 100 lightning bolts.” “Why is it a hundred? Isn’t it supposed to be one like I asked?” Sylvanha frowned. “You’ve cursed at the Moon goddess. You’re supposed to die as punishment but she is fond of you so 100 lightning bolt is a light punishment, my dear.” “Hmph! Make it even a thousand lightning bolts, I am not helping anyone from Mystic Fangs.” The lady shook her head. “Sylvanha, in the future, you’ll understand. For now, I have to leave.” “Before you leave, undo the spell you cast on my feet or I’ll curse at you too.” “Oh?” the lady raised an eyebrow, wearing an amused face. “What will you call me my dear?” “Witch! Holy garbage. Beauty without brawns…” “That’s enough!” the lady flew closer to Sylvanha and touched her chest. Sylvanha’s body glowed for a short while and then the lady vanished after waving. “Hey, you! What did you do to me? You b*tch… Ahh!” she cried out clutching her chest. It dawned on her that the lady had put some sort of spell as punishment in her body. If she muttered one curse word, she’d feel pain in her chest. “Damn it!” she spat and cried out in pain again. “You hypocrites, I won’t let this slide. I hate you, old hag and your holy garbage of an avatar.” She spat before falling to the ground in exhaustion from the pain that had increased by several folds in her chest. She remained seated on the ground until the pain lessened. Her whole body was covered with sweat as she’d been gritting her teeth the entire time the pain lasted. “Don’t think this will break me, moon goddess. I’ll find more ways to curse at you, cruel hag!” she clutched her chest at the pain that lasted a minute before rising and walking away.