Unexpected - The Enigma.

Chapter-1

“Strings pulling towards you”

People often say life can be cruel at times. But we must face it by standing strong and overcoming hardships with kindness. This is one of the many valuable lessons Mother Shali taught me.

She is the only family I have – my guardian, friend, and mother figure. I cannot imagine how my life would have turned out if she hadn't taken me under her wing.

I have no knowledge of my biological parents' whereabouts or if they're even alive. Mother Shali found me abandoned in front of her orphanage when I was just six months old.

She selflessly raised me with unconditional love and care. Today, I am who I am because of her. My accomplishments, my very existence – everything is a testament to her unwavering devotion.

I'm not exactly what you'd call simple or normal. Those words don't quite fit me. Mother Shali affectionately calls me an "angel," but I'm not so sure.

My life is complicated. I possess a unique gift – the ability to heal living things. From minor cuts to deep wounds, I can restore health to any creature. Sounds extraordinary, right? But trust me, it's not all sunshine and rainbows.

This gift comes with unpredictable consequences. Sometimes, I'm overwhelmed by strange, unexplainable sensations that leave me helpless and unable to control my powers. Nightmare-plagued sleep is my new normal.

I've only tested my abilities on small animals, never humans. The thought of doing so unsettles me, especially after failing to heal Mother Shali when she was in pain. Her unwavering acceptance, despite knowing my secrets, brings me immense comfort.

She doesn't bat an eyelid at my unconventional nature, and for that, I'm eternally grateful.

Discovering my secret was terrifying. How could a little girl like me grasp, let alone manage, such an extraordinary gift?

I was just 5 or 6 years old when it first happened. I stumbled upon a wounded bird, and without thinking, I touched it, willing it to live. To my amazement, the bird's wounds began to heal before my eyes. It was magical, yet mysterious.

But that moment of wonder came at a cost. I collapsed, exhausted, and remained unconscious for four hours. That's when I realized using my healing powers would leave me drained, vulnerable.

As I grew older, the weight of my secret became crushing. This world, with its rigid expectations, wouldn't understand. I had to conceal my true self, always walking on eggshells.

The world's cruelty loomed over me, threatening to expose my difference. I learned to be cautious, to hide my gift, no matter how heavy the burden.

With each use of my powers, the toll on my body grew. Weakness seeped in, leaving me fragile. It was a constant reminder: my gift was a double-edged sword – beautiful, yet potentially debilitating.

When Mother Shali discovered my extraordinary gift, she was rendered speechless. Yet, in that moment, I saw unconditional acceptance in her eyes.

She took me under her wing, guiding me through the mysterious workings of my power. Together, we explored its depths, and she helped me understand its intricacies.

Despite the unknowns surrounding my true identity and the source of my abilities, Mother Shali's unwavering support gave me a sense of belonging. She gifted me with a name and a home, replacing the void of my unknown past.