The Healer, The Witch and The Heroine

The Healer: No one calls her anything but. She's saved countless lives, and all for a simple thank you. We here at the village owe her everything, but she asks for nothing. She is good and kind, a soul to be admired. Just yesterday she saved my little sister from death itself. She had been shot with a stray arrow from a hunter, but The Healer saved her, ridding her of her wound in an instant. Thank The Healer she's alive.

The Witch: I was just getting back from the woods yesterday when I saw him, lying facedown on the ground, a puddle of dried blood surrounding him. I dropped the wood, screaming. Blindly running up to him, I felt his cheeks. Cold. He's been dead for the whole day. Why? Why did I go today? Of all days? I snarl, the sound coming from deep within me. Damn The Witch.

The Heroine: My lips smile with relief to see the little girl, less than 24 hours after a near death experience, happily playing with her friends in a lively game of catch. This is what these people deserve, to have joyful lives full of health and prosperity. No matter the cost.