36 2nd Lifetime: Vestigal Priestess

Mai opened her eyes. Surprised, she couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart- the voice must have saved her once more.

But he couldn't keep doing this. She remembered what the voice had told her. He was a God that was cursed. Saving her would probably only hurt him.

She looked down. The long, white hair that she had grown used to (and caused by a combination of stress and illness) became beautiful, brown tresses. Her pale white skin had turned a healthy, golden brown. She took a deep breath and smiled. It no longer hurt to do either.

"Thank you," Mai couldn't help but whisper.