Hi Guys...Yes I am back , and I know I can't really explain why I left for so long, but I wasn't inspired and you know it's hard to write something when you can't see it clearly in your head. But I'm back with a Brand New Story and I'm here to stay! Sorry for being gone so long hopefully this will make up for it!

-Allie

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"Please Mistress …you have to save my daughter, for she is only ten and has not lived nearly a full life…I'm begging you, I'll do anything you ask, just heal her Medicine Woman. Please"

The Elderly woman begged on her knees at the bright Emerald eyed lady. For the Medicine Woman could not just leave her begging; she bent down and grabbed her by the shoulders lightly, pulling her up while giving her a smile.

"Please…there is no reason to beg, lead me to your daughter Ms. Walters I'll do whatever I can to help. No cost needed." The old woman had tears streaming down her face, thanking her to no end, while at the same time reaching for her hand and pulling the Young Blonde to her worn down wooden cottage, to her daughter lying in bed nearing her death.

Once they arrived minutes later the Medicine Woman's eyes had lost their bright emerald color and had faded to a dark deep green. For she could smell the death, she could sense how close it was and it was only getting closer every breath that the ten year old took.

"I know where her room is from here, please I'll need a hot towel and I mean hot. I'll need soup whatever she can keep down and warmer blankets immediately please. You're daughter will be hungry when she awakes." The hope that flashed through the mothers eyes had caused the blondes face to light up a little more, the stench of death was a little easier to bare knowing how much she was helping the very small family.

"Yes Mistress, anything at all. I'll be back in a few minutes with everything…please…just make her well again." Ms. Walters had said with a tears still coming down her old cheeks but the hope still lighting her eyes up.

The Medicine Woman had started walking towards the wooden door and pushed it open the smell had filled her lungs and had threatened to make her sick, but the pale white ghostly girl lying in the bed with a light pink blanket over her small form had pushed the feeling away.

The Blonde had pulled a chair up to the bed and sat next to the girl, her breathing was shallow and very uneven, her eyes had dark deadly circles around them her cheeks sunken in…and her hair she assumed had fallen out months before…Leukemia…Cancer had stolen this young girl's life from her. The Medicine Woman was nearly in tears from how bad this could've ended if she hadn't shown up to the small town sooner.

She placed one of her small warm hands on the child's forehead and the other over her heart that she could feel was beating rapidly but weakly at the same time…a very bad sign…Death was in the room.

She had stood from the chair leaning over the cancer patient her lips nearly touching her ear, very quietly, and very softly she whispered; "Death be Gone, Cancer be gone…heal, and live a full life." Her hands had turned from their normal fare white color to a glowing blue, it had only taken a second until the girls face had filled out, her color returning to normal her eyes had stopped sinking in and the deep dark circles had left for good. Her dark brown hair had even started coming back as if she had never had Leukemia, as if she was literally never on Deaths Bed. It was as if she had gone to bed early and had woken up a ten year old girl again. The Medicine Woman's eyes had returned back to normal to her Vibrant green eyes, but she was weak, weaker then she had ever been, that particular healing had drained her of most of her energy. But it was worth it.

The blonde had attempted to climb out the open window before the young girl had opened her eyes or the mother had come running in, but the Medicine Woman had heard a light gasp and turned her head towards the Bed she was standing next to moments ago. Bright Blue eyes were staring at her in awe. The Young Lady had put her weak fingers to her smiling lips as the door had opened. The Mother had screamed joyfully as she saw her daughter's health restored fully, she had dropped the hot towel and soup all over the wooden floor but it didn't seem that she cared.

The Medicine Woman had smiled wider as she watched from outside the window; the elderly woman was hugging her child running her hands through her thick brown hair tears and sobs weren't being held back. From neither of them.

The child had looked back to the window but she was already gone. The Emerald eyed Medicine Woman had disappeared. For she knew she wouldn't be able to explain how she had healed her daughters Cancer without any tools or equipment. To be honest…she didn't even know how it happened…it was just something her grandmother had taught her from a very young age…there was no explaining it.

My Name is Maka Albarn…but I'm not known as that...very few people know my actual name… I'm known as many things…but my most common nickname is the Medicine Woman. I'm not sure why that one stuck so well with everyone, but it did, people seemed to know my name everywhere I went. I wasn't able to travel that much, but when I did people would somehow discover my identity and bring me to their sick ones, I loved to heal people, it's what I did best, it's the only way I grew up living…was to heal people, to help people and their loved ones. That's what my Grandmother had taught me before she….before she had passed on…

She had told me to not let anyone use my ability to their advantages…to not lose sight of what really matters, to follow my heart and where it should lead me. My Grandma was a very spiritual person, very outgoing, and adventurous, and she had raised me to be the same.

She was the only family I'd ever known. The only memories I have are from the time I was nine and so on…everything before that has completely vanished from my mind. I don't think about it much though…I am Grateful for my grandmother…and all that she had taught me, everything that I am now is thanks to her.

I'm not very tall…only 5'4 or 5'5 on my good days, my hair is a sandy blonde color hanging down to my knees, I've tried to cut it before, several times actually…but it won't cut, not even trim or fall out, it just grows…thankfully it hasn't grown the last three years, I think it's finally reached its point of stopping. My grandma had said that I wasn't like everyone else; I wasn't what they call normal. I knew that already…I could feel it inside me, but she assured me I was human, and that God had given me a gift. My eyes were what stood out most to people; I think that's how they recognize me most of the time. A Vibrant Green color, more green then new grass that had just grown in a garden or leaves on a tree in spring. My skin is pale but my cheeks will forever have a pink tint. I don't look like most women around the towns I visit, for they have very…curvy bodies and I…erm…well I don't.

I'm okay with it though. I accept myself the way I am…but I will admit when certain girls in the bathhouses have to obviously point out everything I lack…I feel as though I should hit them…with one of my many books I carry around. But that it unlady like my grandma had taught me. So I held my breath and went on my way.

I'm not sure why I was chosen to hold these powers, to be able to heal people with just mere whispers. And a certain part of me was scared to find out…but a huge part of me was dying to know. I feel as though I don't know who I am, even know though I know what I look like, I know what foods I dislike, I know what books I like to read, I know legends upon legends, I know many stories that I could tell word for word, and what ones I don't remember fully. I know that I get tired after I heal a very ill person…cut and scrapes were nothing to me, I would be a little out of breath but nothing as dramatic as losing consciousness like I had done at one point after healing someone after a heart attack…but I was still at a very young age and hadn't known how to control myself exactly. Now that I'm nineteen…I'm very good at what I do...and my grandma would be proud.

As for smelling the sickness…I can smell it miles away. I knew that young child was dying of cancer before the woman had even told me…each illness has its own very distinct scent. I can smell Death too…I can usually tell how much longer a person has to live by the smell of Death it moves with each breath…and it scares me, but I've learned to not show it. I've learned to keep myself calm while healing a person on Deaths Bed, I guess the super smelling power comes along with the healing…and just like that...I've learned to live with it.

Like I said, I still don't feel like I know who I am…so I travel around different towns every couple months or so, trying to find something to link me to my past…but I always come back blank. And I've always returned to my home town, Methalona, it's not very big and everybody there knows me by my name this is where my grandmother had found and raised me, where she taught me how to be myself…as much of myself that I was allowed to show, I kept my hair braided and wrapped in a cloth as to not draw so much attention to myself. I rarely made eye contact with anyone and never stepped outside my comfort zone. I would wear a long skirt and tight leather brown corset over a loose white long sleeved dress shirt, my dark brown worn out combat boots were almost always on my feet, I never dressed in anything revealing afraid that I would get looked down on…but that didn't stop me from helping people in need. I would fight to my very last breath to save someone, to save anyone, everybody deserves a second chance...and I felt honored to be able to give it to them.

I finally had returned to Methalona after my trip to Segregard where the young cancer patient had lived…something felt different about this town tonight though, I just couldn't place my head on it, whatever it was it was probably nothing. I'm just worn out from healing and the walk back…that is all…

I am Maka Albarn…Healer, known as the Medicine Woman…and I'm not like everyone else…

This…is my Story.