There once was a prominent sorceress from the Helterak Kingdom, a woman who possessed the ability to heal and cease mortality.

She was wearing calcei shoes that covered her ankles under a long, swaying skirt as she strolled across the crowded village beneath the cold sun. With her waist-length wavy yellow hair that hid her ears, she listened to every house she walked past as her hazel eyes watched every person around her.

Her leg had bumped against a running girl carrying a massive loaf of bread in her arms.

"Hi!" The girl greeted sweetly.

She gave the girl a soft smile before the girl continued to run.

She continued walking, and after a few more steps, her long skirt stopped swaying as she stood right in front of a door near her side. She turned and walked to the door, an inch taller than her. Her head faced down as she knocked four times.

When nobody answered, she knocked four times again, but still no one answered.

She had held the handle to open the door, and it scorched her hand. Her steaming hand quickly healed itself, then she closed her eyes and burned the house stone by stone. As the fire didn't reach and burn the houses next to it, people were just passing by as if nothing was happening. They couldn't see it.

The fire turned the whole house into ashes, leaving two hairless and thin twin girls, terrified and sobbing on the floor. She went close to them and squatted down to hug and comfort them with her arm.

A man with gray hair worriedly ran to a house surrounded by old trees. As soon as he entered the door, he was desperately calling out his brother. "Brother?! Brother!" 

He went into every empty room and hurried upstairs. He crashed through a door and saw a dead, emaciated, hairless man on the floor.

"No, no, no..." The weakened man furiously cried as he caressed the dead's face, and saw fallen brown hair scattered over the floor.

"Do you know who I am?" The sorceress asked the twin girls, looking at their drenched eyes.

The girls shook their heads sideways as they were still gasping, and the woman just smiled and said, "Alright, look me in the eyes. Both of you just look at my eyes and nothing else. Don't even try to peek around or move your eyes. Just. My. Eyes. Do you understand?"

The girls agreed, shaking their heads, and one said to the woman, "Your eyes are beautiful."

The woman smiled and said, "Don't move your eyes now."

With girls' unblinking, tranced eyes, she healed them in seconds, restoring their actual bodies and their house piece by piece as she grew their actual hair back. When their eyes blinked and moved again, they looked around and at their body. They cried with amusement as they hugged her tight.

"Can you bring our mother and brother back?" The girl asked as she stammered.

The woman looked them in the eyes and said, "I wouldn't bring them back, but someone would come and knock on your door."

"Why wouldn't you?" The other asked.

"Bringing someone back from death is the darkest magic I wouldn't do. So, when you ever see someone looking like someone you know is dead, they're not themselves. They're something else. You hear me?"

She looked at their scared eyes, then she sweetly smiled at them.