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ELara, The Bleeding Healer

In the days of old, when blood was the one.

By BeloveddPublished 3 months ago 2 min read

Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Elara. She was known throughout the village for her beauty, kindness, and a mysterious aura that surrounded her like an enchanting mist. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of shadows, and her eyes held the secrets of a thousand lifetimes.

One crisp autumn morning, as the leaves painted the landscape with shades of amber and crimson, Elara's life took an unexpected turn. She woke up to find herself bleeding from her fingertips. It was not a deep wound, just a tiny, inexplicable trickle of blood that left her bewildered. She wrapped her fingers in a cloth, hoping it was a one-time occurrence.

However, the bleeding continued, always from a different part of her body each day. First her fingertips, then her lips, her toes, and even her hair. The villagers, who had once adored her, now grew fearful of her strange affliction. Rumors spread like wildfire, whispering tales of dark magic and curses.

Desperate for answers, Elara sought the guidance of the village's wise old woman, Amara. With her gnarled hands and eyes filled with wisdom, Amara examined Elara carefully. She revealed that Elara was not cursed but gifted with a rare ability—an ability to bleed from her body parts that had touched the pain and suffering of others.

Amara explained that Elara's gift allowed her to absorb the suffering of those around her, easing their burdens. However, it came at a cost—Elara's own pain manifested as bleeding. She could choose to embrace her gift or try to suppress it, but it would always be a part of her.

Torn between her own well-being and the desire to help others, Elara decided to embrace her gift. She became known as "The Bleeding Healer." People from far and wide came to seek her aid, sharing their woes and sorrows with her. With a touch or a gentle word, she would take their pain upon herself, bleeding a little more each time.

As the years passed, Elara's reputation as a healer grew, and her village thrived. She had found her purpose in life, even if it meant sacrificing her own well-being for the sake of others. Her bleeding became a symbol of hope and healing, a reminder that compassion could alleviate even the deepest wounds of the soul.

And so, in the village between the hills, the woman who had once bled in solitude now bled for the world, her sacrifice a testament to the enduring power of empathy and love.

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  • Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago

    Great work! AI is amazing! Truly special! Geniunly wonderful!!!

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