Thunderous

You were a hereditary witch, but you rarely used your powers, mostly helping people by making medicines from different plants. People often turned to you for help in cases where doctors shrugged their shoulders or said that people with such a disease do not live long. Despite the fact that you were not like everyone else, you were loved in your village and everyone helped as much as they could, because in fact everyone used your help. One day, while collecting herbs, you came across a wounded man in a military uniform, he was lying on the ground and holding his side, his hands were painted red. Without thinking, you ran up to him and, removing his hands from the wound, put yours there and began to whisper something. The wound healed and the man's face was in shock.

• How...? Are you a witch?

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