Realization

[1st Century, Ancient Greece, Year: Unknown]

PoV: Svetlana Arya

"What the heck?" My voice came out, as it was the only thought that raced in my brain; the reaction, however, was not exaggerated because the information I could see was worthy of that reaction.

{Qetsiyah, Witch, Damaged soul and Body}

The information I could scour from her was frankly puzzling, the name Qetsiyah and a correlation to witch as the race brought immediate memories of my teenage years when I watched a Highschool Drama named 'The Vampire Diaries.' It was a show about how supernaturals of all sorts manage to infiltrate and forever change the life of one Doppleganger, Elena Gilbert.

This information, however, instead of drawing excitement or intrigue from within me, only brought about thoughts that seemed to question my own existence and the authenticity of this supposed reality I was witnessing.

'First the Glowing Circuits on my body and the strange fires that were still burning bright; now a character from a show I watched when I was young, it all makes no sense!'

While I was not new to witnessing unexplainable phenomena, my ability being one of them, supposedly transmigrating into a new world filled with supernaturals that were, for some reason, part of a high school drama was a new high of inexplicable.

However, witnessing her condition getting worse and after searching around for a few minutes and finding no human presence other than the body in the sack, I decided to search the witch for anything that could help.

Despite this, Svet had no actual haste in his work as her survival and death provided absolutely nothing to him, and the only reason he is trying to get her to wake up, her being the only source of information.

After fiddling around and shaking out the items packed in small bundles, I found a book written in Greek titled "άομαι," which translated to Heal in English. Though after reading it describe the process of Healing of "Death," I was very intrigued. After quickly skimming through the book, I was disappointed to find out that these were just rough notes on the cure to immortality.

As I put the book aside, I came to the conclusion that either Qetsiyah was very confident in her ability to not be harmed or she hid her medicinal supplies via magical ways that only she could access.

Hammering my brain in an attempt to come to a solid conclusion about what to do, I thought about the energy I felt from my heart and the familiar blue lines like the magus from Fate had around my arms and heart. My mind went back to the Isekai mangas in which the protagonist suddenly develops a Magic convenient for the Plot through random power of imagination.

Getting a bit daring and with absolutely nothing of myself on the line, I put a hand on the head of Qetsiyah and concentrated on myself and the energy I could feel within myself. I focused and focused, but it was almost as if the energy, despite raging with full force, had a sort of lid on it, something within myself that was locking me out of using this energy.

My mind raced with calculations, trying to find a suitable key for this metaphorical lock, a trigger of my own like all Magi, memories flashing in front of my eyes; after some time, a familiar scene of my father's lifeless body came to my mind. While in my previous life, due to his early death, he had little to no impact on my life, but my own current longing for maybe understanding myself better and the possibility of him having the same impact my mother had on me seemed like what was needed as my trigger.

The Magic Circuits burned to life as my hand felt hot and painful along the circuits , the ethereal prana burst out of my hand covering the face of Qetsiyah in colorful lights. My concentration and imagination seemed to have done the trick as the mystical phenomenon settled, and Qetsiyah's condition visibly improved, at least physically, as my magecraft did not affect her soul at all.

I removed my hand from her head as her breathing stabilized, and her overall condition became favorable to survival.

I started picking up all the items I threw out of her bundles in order to look for some sort of medicine for her.

As I finished picking up all the items and putting them back where they belonged, Qetsiyah stirred and sat up abruptly with surprise etched across her face. She seemed to feel up her own body, checking herself, whether she was indeed alive or not. Me seeing no point in interrupting her refrained from speaking.

After checking herself, Qetsiyah turned to me with a relieved and surprised expression and asked, "Were you the one who healed me?"

Seeing no point in playing the mysterious figure's role and lying, I replied with a short answer, "Indeed."

Perhaps it was because of my introverted demeanor or her disarray of thoughts; it took her a few seconds to throw another question my way.

"I thank you for saving my life, but I have several questions I have right now regarding you, can you answer them?"

"It's okay, you can satisfy whatever curiosity you have in mind," I replied while trying to gauge the changes in her demeanor that differed greatly from what was shown in the show but it might also be the result of surviving whatever happened before I came here.

"Do you know what came out of that explosion?" she asked in a more serious tone, looking slightly distressed.

While I had no recounting of the aforementioned explosion, it was not hard to piece together what she was talking about due to the abundance of indicators.

Staring straight into her eyes and utilizing the years of experience, I lied with a hint of confidence, "Unfortunately no, I am simply a traveler from the north with sparse magic ability. I was drawn here by the sound of an explosion and found you lying on the ground."

My words seemed not to be what she was looking for as she became less expressive in her excitement and began to stand up, dusting herself, "Thank you again for saving my life. While you may not have answers to my question, I am grateful for your help in saving my life. Is there any way I could help you?"

I doctored my facial expression into a mask of sheepishness and said, "Well, when I ran towards the explosion, I kind of lost my way. Maybe you could guide me to the nearest settlements where I could stay?"

Qetsiyah, recovering from her disappointment, smiled and nodded her head, agreeing to take me to the town she was headed to.

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**Author's Note:**

- { degenerate } <- This represents the information Mc's ability gives him about someone something.< p>

- 'This is hot' <- This represents inner thoughts.< p>