Chapter 1: Prologue
I met the man I would love forever the day they gave me the death sentence.
The jailor made me dig my own grave in the soft earth. I looked into the hole where they would put me after my death and wondered why I wasn't able to feel anything.
I wondered whether they would even give me a gravestone. What would it say?
"Zia, Whore and Seedie."
I wondered how I had come to this. I shouldn't have turned out this way, an utter failure. My life had promised more than this when I was young.
I had grown up in the village of Undartha, a few days travel from the city in a poor farming area. Although my parents were very poor, just farm labourers, and we struggled for food, all my memories of my early days are happy and full of laughter.
I roamed the village and the hills with my older brothers and their friends, playing and exploring through the farmlands.
I always wanted to play healer, and my brothers let me bandage them when they were scratched. The more I did it, the better I got, and then I learned to make poultices from some seeds that grew in the hills to help them to heal quickly.
When the village healer heard of this, he spoke to my father and I became his apprentice. For me, this was an important choice. I was growing, starting on path to becoming a woman, and I was no longer as welcome to roam with the boys as I had been.
Becoming a healer would give me real status in the village, and I would be able to find a better husband when I was older. The healer treated me like a grumpy old man, but I still loved the work.
I would have been happy, very happy, even working for the grumpy old man, but my mother died suddenly from a severe winter flu not long after I started working as the healer's apprentice. I now know that there was nothing I could have done, nothing at all.
But I didn't know that then, when my world came crashing down around me. My father was never the same after this. He drank, and he couldn't find work - when he even looked for it.
My brothers lost their friends. Oh yes, village people are harsh, no doubt about it.
I was the only one who worked, and we lived on my tiny apprentice income. I think that my brothers stole food and money.
As the healers apprentice, I learnt how to read peoples health from their breath, skin and aura. I learnt how to use herbs and ointments, how to bind cuts and pull teeth. I learnt other things too, about how to start and finish life.
I liked births the most. How I wanted to be a real healer, it was my true calling in life. But it would take me years of practice and study before I could be a real healer. So I gave myself, heart and soul, to that old healer so I could learn my appointed trade.
And the people of my village laid their naked bodies and souls before me. I knew their birthmarks and their life marks; their secrets, and their affairs.
The day of my eighteenth birthday was something I had been looking forward to for many years. On this day, I would be of age.
I would be able to ask the healer to go to healer school and he would arrange it for me — I needed his reference. And that was the very first thing I did that morning.
But he refused. He said that he would only let me go to the healer's school once I had given him my body as well as my heart and soul.
The healer, the lecherous fool, is the first of the three men who ruined my life.
He threw me out. He told me that I knew what I had to do if I wanted to be his apprentice any more. I went home to my father and told him what the old fool had said.
He told me to stop acting like a spoilt princess, and go back and give the old healer what he wanted, that we needed the money, he had to eat. I refused and shouted at him, so he put his hand over my mouth. I struggled, and then my father tried to take me himself.
My father, the drunken sot, is the second of the three men who ruined my life.
I kicked my father in the groin and he collapsed, and then I took my medicine bag and walked out. I had nowhere to go. Nowhere.
I knew how my brothers looked at me in the one bedroom we shared, how they stared when I changed behind my curtain. I knew I was a pretty girl, and I saw the desire in their eyes.
I would not be safe now, not from my family either. And with the secrets I knew of the village...
I thought of staying with the Thain of the village. His daughter was my age and we had twice saved her from the embarrassment of childbirth.
They couldn't turn me away. As I came to his door, I saw the healer leaving. I wondered what he had said to them. When he saw me he broke into a toothy grin, and looked me over like my brothers.
I fled. I never saw anyone from the village of Undartha again. I made my way to the city.
I thought that surely there would be a place for a young nearly trained healer in the city, and I was full of hope.
I had no money, so I slept outside in the late summer nights and ate from the forest until I arrived at the city, hungry for real food. In my innocent state, I had imagined a place for a young healer in the city.
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