Chapter 40: Interlude 3: birth of a saint (1/2)

Xx years ago.

She was born from a rather normal family, her father was a kind worker with few aspirations, and her mother a simple housewife whose greatest worry in life was cooking and taking care of the house.

She was born beautiful.

She grew beautiful.

A beauty of the like that shouldn't exist in such a remote village. A village so far away from the capital that they didn't even see the baron under whom the village was.

She had long and soft black hair, a gentle smile that seemed to wash away all problems, and a soothing voice that could lull even the worst beast.

She was loved by all, from her, an aura of grace and gentleness that shouldn't have existed in a countryside girl could always be felt.

This aura was so powerful that despite her clear beauty, no boy dared to court her and no girl dared to play with her.

If there was one problem in her otherwise perfect life, it was simply that she was blind.

No one could understand why. Her body suffered from no defects and she was in no way cursed.

Despite this, her daily life was in no way disturbed.

People loved her.

No, people worshiped her.

As such she never had to work.

No matter what they were, her wishes were always granted. From a simple snap of her fingers, the villagers were willing to lay down their life for her.

It wouldn't be a mistake to say that she was like a goddess and the inhabitants of the village were her loyal believers.

Thankfully, the girl was kind and so she never made any unreasonable demands.

If there was another thing that bothered the girl, it was that she was bored.

She was only 10, but the world had nothing left to offer her. After all, in her mind, her world was only the village and her surroundings.

She wanted to go out.

She wished to be able to see, to explore the world. Eat delicious food, know new people, live adventures, and perhaps fall in love with a beautiful prince.

She wished to have friends, not the fake ones who only followed her orders, but true friends with whom she could laugh and share her feelings and worries.

Such was her life. A boring life, full of yearning and unfulfilled wishes.

But one day, her daily and boring life was shattered in the cruelest way possible.

On that day, she woke up to the scream and cry, to the obscene laugher and mockery. The sound of steel clashing and horse galloping.

She couldn't see, and this might have been a blessing, for what was happening in front of her was simply hell.

****, Death, Pillage, Humiliation, Anger, Pain, and sadness.

This was the ugliest side of humanity.

The cause of this carnage was surprisingly–soldiers. Deserters. People who initially swore to protect the citizens but fled during the war were now once again trampling on their vows by doing the very opposite of what they swore.

But the girl had no way of knowing that back then.

Nor did she need to care about it at that time.

All she knew, all she could understand, was that her paradise was about to be destroyed.

All she knew was the cause of this destruction were filthy beings worse than any demons.