Dancing Through Time (KARL X READER!)

Chapter 1 ✨

I burst through the forest, the trees opening out and finally revealed the blue sky out to me. A cool wind blew through my hair and I smiled thinking of how different this was then back home.

The townspeople hated me. I never understood what I'd done to them to make them glare at me with cold eyes or to drag their children inside and close the shutters whenever I passed by their street. Even though I'd lived there long enough to be considered a local, I was treated as if I was a outsider. I hated being stared at, being the main topic of hushed whispers and backed away from when I made a appearance from my small cottage on the edge of the village.

I looked normal enough, (H/C) hair, (Eye/C) eyes, not something that would stand out, not anything different than the rest of the village.

It could've been possibly because I was a expert healer.

I was good with treating wounds and putting medicine at use, but I could mend broken bones with the touch of my hands.

Once a desperate mother carried her daughter with a horrible fever to my house in the pouring rain with the shortest hand of the clock about to pass 12 and marking a new day. The child's head felt hotter than the fireplace and yet she shivered and beads of sweat marked her skin. I laid her out on the couch while ordering her mother to grab a cold wet cloth and a warm blanket. Her mother said nothing but I could tell that a million thoughts raced through her mind as we listened to the fire crackle and the downpour of rain hitting the roof of my cottage. We waited and waited for the fever to break as I tried to coax some of my medicine down the girl's throat but it soon became clear that she was just getting worse. I glanced nervously at the girl's mother and that back at the little girl.

If I didn't heal her she would die. Die without ever stepping a foot into school, die without ever making friends, die without ever discovering love.

But if I did heal her, her mother would see what I could do. She could tell the townspeople and I would be deemed a witch, hunted and killed.

I had sighed and turned to the girls mother.

"Tell no one" was all I said before turning back to her daughter.

I placed one hand on the girls forehead and one held her hand. I began to whisper a chant under my breath. My hands began to glow a soft pale yellow that reminded me of sunflowers watching the sun dress the world in warmth. Immediately I felt my energy draining out into my hands before going into her. I felt the pain and drowsiness of the girl sink into me as I healed her. I took my hands off her forehead I found that her fever had broke.

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The next day all of the townspeople were whispering about how I had miraculously healed the girl.

I sweared under my breath and hid in my cottage for a whole week. I was forced out in search for food. The second I stepped my foot into the market a hush of silence fell over everyone. I had nervously passed everyone trying to hide in the shadows but they backed out of my way allowing a open circle so everyone could get a glimpse of me.

I finally reached the one vendor I always bought from. She seemed shocked that I had chosen her small shop to buy from. "Why are you buying from here?" She stood up from her stool, eyes sparking with fear. I tried to smile at her politely, ignoring her sudden rudeness that she never treated her customers with. "I'll buy the usual, 10 eggs, 6 apples, and half a sack of flour-" She cut me off and grabbed my wrist before dropping it. "Why are you here?" she hissed, "Answer my question!"

I stared at her blankly. I bought from her every week and considered myself to be a regular. "Come on," I sighed in annoyance, aware that everyone had there eyes on me now, "I buy from you regularly. I don't want to be out here to be whispered about as much as you don't want me to be in front of you shop." She glared at me with smoldering eyes. I looked down nervously suddenly aware of a loose thread on my blouse. "Look, just give me what you give me normally, I'll even pay double." With a huff she took my basket and filled it with the grocery and I payed her double like I promised. She had given me all of the bad and rotten produce save for one apple.