Mahnu could not remember getting here to the King's residence in Bena, as she had slept a lot the day before. Her dreams and memories had started to flood into her since her nightmare on the carriage ride on the way here.
But, apparently, a doctor had treated her already and that he was coming back for the second time.
He checked her pulse and breathing. Her temperature had fallen slightly, and he was giving her a rich dose of cold medicine.
"Ah, Sir. I don't think that I have a cold."
The doctor looked at her and sighed, "To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure. Your temperature seems to be the only thing wrong. Your pulse doesn't indicate any other problems and your breathing seems to be normal. It is peculiar."
Mahnu could probably understand the doctor's questionable gaze. Her memories coming back from a thousand years most likely wasn't something that happened a lot and would probably do something to her body.
Instead, Mahnu smiled and said, "Then I would prefer against taking medicine."
The doctor looked worried. "But...The King."
"It is okay. You have done well. I will say that to the King."
"Yes...Your High..."
"Stop! Don't say that...I am Mahnu."
The doctor looked at her astonished, "But the King had said that you were his..."
Mahnu sighed heavily.
"Yes...Mah...Mahnu. I will take my leave."
After the doctor departed, Mahnu got out of bed and slowly walked towards the window. Her head still ached, and she felt a little dizzy, but she guessed it would all go back to normal again soon, since all her memories had returned. Mahnu sat down on the edge, peering out onto the street. The sufferings weren't with her, silently she hoped that they would not return. But, sometimes, she is able to hear thoughts, in which was becoming more often.
Watching a child run away from other children and a few adults doing their own thing, outside of the window, Mahnu got lost into her thoughts.
She put into perspective of what she had paid for the box for two God's. At first it was nearly everything, even her existence had been in danger. But, for quite some time, all she was, was mortal...
Just like every other human, she had to drink water and eat food. If she didn't eat or drink, she would become weak and faint. She has also seen a change in her appearance, like time no longer stood still for her looks. It was pretty much conclusive that she was no longer an immortal...
Yet, in the past few days, she had regained her memories and was able to hear other's thoughts again...Perhaps...
Mahnu wondered if she had even become immortal again now...
Picking up a knife, Mahnu went to a candle and lit it. Putting the knife through the fire, she heard someone walk into the room.
"Mahnu? What are you doing?"
It was William.
Mahnu wasn't surprised, knowing already that William would have been watching her like a hawk. Ever since he found her at Brackan, he's rarely left her side.
Remembering that boy who had followed her with silent questions and did everything he was told, she still valued this person, so she decided to answer him.
"I am getting an answer." Mahnu said, as she slightly sliced her arm. It made her cringe to the pain, but now that she had her memories back, she felt like it was something small and harmless...Even though blood started to trickle down from her arm...

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Mahnu, An Immortal's Journey
FantasyEven though the God, Mahnu, helped end the war between God's and humans, the land of Kralaide still has shadows. Trouble starts to rise over one of the towns and her journey changes from loneliness to near complete devastation. A tablet, a box and a...