(Pt1 Listen there's an idea I've had in my head for awhile now and I don't know how to work it out, because I have LITERALLY wrote myself into a ditch because of this. But here's a basic background of an idea for an MC, when she was little her father went to war and came back insane, and tried to kill her and her mother, but only killed her mother and once he realized what he had done killed himself by jumping off a bridge. Basically, years later she drank some water her old cat had lead her to
(Pt2 ps she lives in the middle of the woods, she drank the water from the river & became immortal, she couldn’t die from sickness or injury & never aged, but she had to help anyone who stumbled upon her home, mentally & physically heal them with in 11 days, & once they were over, she would kiss the top of their forehead & they would forget her, well she was cursed to remember it all. Now I want to make this into a mystic messenger fanfic just don’t know how. Do you think you can use this idea
Okay y’all, switching it up a bit. Here’s my first ever Mystic Messenger AU! Thank you to @cupidberry1571 for sending this ask in! I’m so happy to be writing this, as it is such a good idea??? Just remember that a lot of this does not belong to me, although I have incorporated my ideas and my own twists to the plot line. I’ll try to update this on Mondays, granted that goes to plan. Enjoy!
Eleven Days: Prologue
TRIGGER WARNING: Slight violence towards end
Pairing: 707 x MC
Words: 2068
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The stream in front of her swirled and gurgled, the sunlight reflecting off the glittering surface nearly blinding her. She was alone, besides her cat, who had led her to the river. Why, exactly, did the cat lead her? She had no clue.
“Nero,” she murmured, kneeling down to scratch the grey and black cat behind the ear, “why did you lead me here?” The cat only purred in response, rubbing it’s head against her hand. Of course Nero wouldn’t respond; he’s only a cat.
They had been walking for a while, Nero trotting ahead of her, peering back occasionally to see if she was following. She had never gone this far before. Or maybe she had, and she just never noticed the river.
Her feet ached from walking so far, and her throat was parched.The crystal clear water swirling in front of her looked appetizing. Dare she try drinking from it?
Y/N glanced up at the sky from between the tree branches and sighed, watching the fluffy white clouds lazily drift across the bright blue canvas behind them. It was peaceful and quiet, but that wasn’t a problem. She lived alone in the middle of the woods with no neighbors; it was quiet all the time. She was used to the stillness, and welcomed it.
Nero rubbed against her legs, purring loudly. “What’s gotten into you?” Y/N giggled, crouching down again to pet the cat, who quickly bowed his back when her hand nearly came in contact and stepped away. “Nero?” She watched as the cat padded quietly to the edge of the water. The spray from the flowing water didn’t seem to bother him as he bent his head down and started to lap at the water. Y/N swallowed, watching from her spot a foot away.
“What could go wrong with drinking it?” She mused out loud, finally crawling over to the river and kneeling beside Nero, who looked on with glittering eyes. She cupped her hands together and dipped them into the icy water, bringing them out to drink the liquid. It tasted amazing, and she quickly went down for another handful.
She felt full when she finally sat up and wiped her mouth quickly with the back of her hand. Nero was watching from a little ways away in a sunny patch on the grass, sprawled out comfortably. She wanted to, as well, but the sun was starting to dip down, bathing the area in warm yellow and orange. If they didn’t get going, they would be walking alone in the dark, which was not ideal. The woods got scary at night, with wolves howling and nocturnal animals out and about. Plus the woods got pitch black, so black it was easy to twist an ankle on a little pebble or frond of foliage.
Y/N stood up, brushing the dirt off of her knees and calling her cat over, who leisurely stood up and sauntered off into the woods, towards their house. She followed Nero, glancing back once more at the river. It seemed to glow in the afternoon light, casting an ethereal light on it’s surroundings. She squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them, and the glow was gone. It looked like a regular river again.
With a shrug, she turned back to the woods in front of her and headed home for the night.
Her whole body felt stiff when she got home that night. The sun had set, and she had to fumble around to light candles so she could see in the house. By the time she had gotten all of the candles lit, Nero had already settled himself in his usual spot in the window. His tail flicked lazily as his cerulean eyes followed her movements around the small room. She started her woodstove and finally sat down, watching the wood burn in the fire for a while before finally deciding it was time for bed.
She got out of her clothing and changed into her pajamas, blowing out the candles in the rest of the house before climbing into her bed and putting the one out beside her bed. Moonlight filtered through the window on the opposite side of the room, illuminating a patch of her quilt on the bed. She jumped when Nero climbed up on the bed and settled himself beside her head, purring in her ear. She smiled, scratching the side of his face lightly before setting herself and closing her eyes to sleep.
Over the next few days, she started to notice things changing about her; she had quickly gained weight, despite eating her normal meals, and her hair was thickening up and becoming silky smooth, like her mother’s hair. Before she knew it, her figure had a beautiful hourglass figure to it, and her hair shone even in the weakest light. She didn’t realize it then, but her figure strongly resembled her mother’s.
She started to notice Nero changing, as well. His fur thickened and the color became brighter, as if the cat was decreasing in age instead of increasing. His energy level started to rise as well as his affection towards her. They were both changing, and she had no idea why.
About a week later, she got ready for bed as usual and laid down, quickly falling asleep with Nero curled beside her. Her mind quickly threw her into a dream, and she found herself standing beside the same river she had earlier in the week. Nero was nowhere to be seen this time. She was completely alone at the river, and she had no idea why.
She started to walk along the river, eyes roaming the surroundings as she did so. Why was she here? Where was Nero?
“Y/N,” a voice called, startling her. She looked around, confused when not seeing anyone. “Hello?”
“Right here,” the voice spoke softly from behind her, and she quickly turned, seeing someone standing there, dressed head to toe in white. Their face was obscured by a white veil, but their voice was loud and clear, as if it wasn’t there. “Who are you? Do I know you?”
“No, I’m afraid not. I’m just a messenger.”
“Messenger?” They nodded. “Yes. I’m here to inform you. I’m sure you have been wondering why you and your cat have been changing so suddenly over the past week.” Y/N nodded slowly.
“Well,” they started, gesturing to the river beside them, “this river isn’t just a river. When you drank from it, it altered you and your life.” She was confused by the person’s words. What were they saying?
“You have been chosen to become a mere helper. Your last name, Y/L/N, is no longer relevant to you. You are to help those who seek it. Thousands of people are hurting because of internal or external scars and wounds, and you are to heal them within 11 days. You are to teach them that their scars are merely that: scars. They will fall for you, and you for them, and over the course of the 11 days, you will help them overcome their fears, their pains, their wounds. At the end of the 11 days, they should be free of pain and suffering. You are to kiss the top of their forehead, wait for them to fall asleep, and carry them to the edge of the forest, where the city starts, and you are to leave them. They will wake, free of pain and suffering and without memory of the past days with you, and they will return to their lives. And you,” they paused for a second, “will heal the next person to come to you.”
She scoffed, laughing at the person in front of them. This was only a dream! Why should she listen to what they have to say? “I’m dreaming, you are just a figment of my imagination. My brain must be going crazy, right? I’ve been alone for so long, it’s catching up to me.” They shook their head sadly. “No, Y/N. This may be a dream, but it is very true. You will wake and realize this when nothing hurts you, and you stop aging. You are immortal now; not even your own hands can kill you.”
Her heart dropped at these words. “W-what?”
“You cannot die,” they said simply. Her face blanched, and she shook her head, taking a step back. “No, this is just a dream! It isn’t true!” They continued. “The people you are to heal will be hiding in these woods, drawn to you. When you see them, you will bring them to your house and go through the 11 days of healing them, and release them of pain. You will never have to leave this forest, for this is where you belong.”
“No, this is just a dream!” Her head was shaking from side to side, in denial of the person’s words. The person in white just stood, watching with veiled eyes. “This is you, now. Y/N, the helper. I wish you well in helping the people who seek it.” The person turned and walked off into the woods. As she was going to yell for her to come back, she awoke, jolting up in bed and startling Nero, who had settled at the foot of her bed. Weak sunlight was shining into her room.
“Just a dream, it isn’t real!” She got out of bed, dressed for the day, and left outside to go through her usual day in the woods.
Towards the end of the day, as she was heading back to her home, she heard footsteps through the woods. She halted, looking at Nero, who was sitting on a rock grooming himself. The footsteps persisted, and she quickly hurried back to her house, scooping up Nero as she ran.
Safely in her house, she closed her door and drew her curtains over the windows, sitting in her chair and holding her breath. When a hand came down on her door quietly, she swallowed down her fear, grabbed something to protect her, and creaked open the door. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“I…” the man standing there started, trailing off, eyes studying her face. “I don’t know how I got here, I was just… drawn here.” Her dream rushed back to her, and the blood rushed from her face. “D-did you just say, you were drawn here?”
“Yes. I don’t know why. May I come in?” hesitantly, she opened the door wider, hiding her protection behind the door as he stepped in. Nero jumped from his perch and bolted out the door, and she let him. She wanted to do the same.
He sat down at her table, taking in her small house. “Do you live alone out here?”
“No, my husband is, uh, out right now?” Man, was she bad at lying. “No, he’s not. You don’t have one. I can see it.” She was scared; this strange man was in her house. Nobody ever came out here; how did he find her?
“Um, give me one second,” Y/N gasped out, bolting out the door. Was what the person in her dream said true? The only way to know for sure was to test it out.
She found a sharp stone out in the woods near her house and gripped in her hands, heart racing. What if she actually died? She didn’t want to; she was only 23, and had a life ahead of her.
Swallowing down her fear, she gripped the stone so the sharp end faced her stomach, and took a deep breath before driving it into her stomach. “Aah!” She gasped at the pain, but drove it deeper yet before yanking it out with a pained cry. She looked down, watching red bloom across her stomach, soaking through the cloth of her dress. As quickly as the pain had come, it disappeared, and when she peered down at the wound and gingerly pressed a finger to the area, it felt smooth and unblemished. The only evidence was her torn and stained dress front.
She really was immortal. The dream was real.
Slowly, she went back in, leaving the door open. The man stared at her stomach, wide eyed, as she said slowly. “Make yourself comfortable, sir. I can let you stay here overnight. It’s getting dark.”
Chapter 1