Unable to Heal

Once upon a time, there was a young women, and her name was not Nhyssa. 

Despite what everyone thought, Nhyssa was only a cover, a mask, a facade for the murderess hiding deep inside her. And yet, for her to kill was against her very nature. 

She was a healer, and healers are never supposed to kill. But it wasn't like she had a choice. It was either kill, or watch your little brother be killed. 

Like I said, not much of a choice, right?

And so, this girl, who was called Nhyssa, but who was not actually Nhyssa, went around with a group of murderers killing people for money. She told herself, time and time again, that she was doing this just to keep her little brother safe. But as time moved on, the lie became thicker and thicker, stopping her from seeing the truth. 

Then one day, she watched her little brother bleed out in front of her, and she was faced with a choice: To watch him die, and then be able to escape the pain that comes with killing, or to save her brother, and allow the lie to blind her. 

She made her choice. Accepting her fate, she gave up her eyesight for the power of a magical healer. She saved her brother, but doomed herself. 

And so, Heart was born. The innocent facade of Nhyssa disappeared into the cold and unrelenting grip of Heart. Heart was everything Nhyssa was not. She was brave, strong, unafraid and a lair. And so, every day, Heart was pulled deeper and deeper into the lifesaving lie she had created. And while it had saved her brother, it was killing her. And it would take death for her to realize this. 

Now, one day, Heart and her fellow assassins were sent to kill a man named Cliff.But when Heart realized that Cliff was too talented for them to kill, she began to fear, and Nhyssa re-emerged. She warned Cliff about his imminent death, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would not only save him, but herself. 

She was wrong. Her assassin friends, a hit squad as they were called, found out about her betrayal. And betrayal always comes with a price. Once again forced to choose between her life and her brothers, Nhyssa did what she should have done all along. 

Nhyssa died that night, all alone in an empty warehouse. Any supposed friends she'd made on the hit squad laughed at her death while they drank and feasted. Her brother, Alex, didn't understand what was happening. He was too young. Nhyssa died that night. The lie, the mask, the facade of Nhyssa dripped away like lifeblood. 

Sometimes, we look in the wrong places. We look for friendship in those who truly are our enemies, but in those who we deem unfit or unworthy, we find companionship. Due to the kindness of the supposed enemy, Cliff, the young women remembered who she really was. Nhyssa may have died that night, however, the young women did not. 

Once upon a time, a young women cast aside a lie, and her name was Nalia. True, she never saw again, and yes, she had terrible dreams almost every night, but Nalia had something she had never had before. 

She had a friend. And really, that was all she had ever wanted. But of course, this is not the end of her story, it is merely the beginning, as it is with all of us. 

So, my dear reader, what kind of story will you write?