WEERR 01

WEERR

Posted by Fahad, Released on October 16, 2025

Chapter 01

When she plunged her sword into the evil god’s heart and was swallowed by the darkness that burst forth, Trisha thought,

“Ah, so this is the end.”

Her eyes closed.

Even with death before her, she felt no lingering regret.
She had saved the world — there could be no death more honorable than that.

Well, except for one small thing.

“Maybe… I should’ve at least eaten something sweet till my stomach burst.”

It was a silly regret, but her life had been a good one.
She had done something so great that her family would surely live in comfort now.

Trisha closed her eyes.

“Trisha!”

That desperate cry was the last thing she heard before she died.

Or so she thought.

“Huh?”

When Trisha opened her eyes again, she was inside some kind of wagon.

It rattled violently, the wheels bumping and jolting as if running along a forest road.

“What… what is this?”

Her hands and feet were tied with rope — as if she were a slave.

Where was she?
She had been with her comrades, and then…

“Ugh!”

Trying to recall what happened just before she lost consciousness, Trisha groaned.
A splitting headache assaulted her.

Flashes of light danced even behind her closed eyelids.

Despite the pain, she forced herself to remember.

The evil god had tried to destroy the world.
Trisha and her comrades had received the emperor’s order to stop him.

After countless battles and hardships, they had finally cornered the god.

When Trisha thrust her blade into the god’s heart — the darkness had pulled her in.

And then…

“Right. I’d accepted death.”

Her eyes snapped open.

“My comrades!”

If she had come this close to dying, then her comrades surely hadn’t fared much better.
Why else would the healer herself have been the one to stab the god’s heart?

Were they safe?

There was no time to sit still.

Trisha tried to push herself up — but the world spun, and she swayed.

The headache hadn’t yet faded.

As she steadied herself, she froze.

“Why… am I so small?”

It wasn’t just her hands. Her whole body had shrunk.

She looked herself over — it was unmistakable. She was in the body of a child.

Her eyes caught on her clothes — a tattered tunic like something a beggar might wear.
No pants, but thankfully her small frame made the oversized shirt hang like a short dress.

Tied up, shrunk down, and trapped in a moving wagon — it was a grim situation.
Still, at least her hands were bound in front of her, not behind.

“…Something’s really wrong here.”

The wagon had no windows. She couldn’t see outside at all.

“Hey, stop the cart!”

The wagon jolted to a halt at the sound of a rough male voice.

“…!”

Trisha instinctively dropped flat, pretending to be unconscious.
Her instincts told her that was the safest move.

The door banged open. Damp forest air and the smell of earth poured in.

It was early dawn.

“Still out cold?”
“Looks like a pricey one. Shame to rough her up. What do we do?”
“What else? Shake her awake!”

Just from the conversation, Trisha knew what they were — slavers.

One of the men climbed inside. The wagon creaked under his weight, and his footsteps came closer.

“Ugh, what a pain.”

Trisha cracked her eyes the tiniest bit, scanning him.
Her gaze darted sharply, searching for what she needed.

“There. A knife on his belt.”

She closed her eyes again and waited.

“Hey, girl! Wake—”

Before he could finish, Trisha moved.
In one swift motion, she lunged forward, snatched the dagger from his belt, and drove it straight through his hand.

“Aaaagh!”

The man staggered back, screaming as blood gushed from his palm.

“Damn it, missed my chance…”

Trisha clicked her tongue.
She hadn’t been able to yank the dagger back out before he jumped away.

His companion rushed inside, cursing.

“You little—!”

Trisha ducked to avoid his reaching hand, but with her arms and legs bound, she couldn’t move quickly enough.

He caught her by the hair and yanked her up.

“Ah!”
“Who the hell are you, brat?”

He demanded, but Trisha didn’t answer.
She only glared — eyes burning with fury.

And she recognized them.

She’d seen those faces before — on wanted posters outside the Mage Tower.

Kidnapping. Murder. Human trafficking. Illegal drug trade.
These men were infamous criminals with hefty bounties.

“Damn it. If only my magic weren’t for healing…”

Trisha clenched her teeth.

If she had attack magic, she could’ve reduced these thugs to ashes in seconds.
She had saved the whole world — and now she was being manhandled by slavers?

Furious, she grabbed the man’s wrist with her bound hands. Her body might be small, but her eyes still blazed with strength.

“You little— I’ll kill— Aaaagh!”

The man screamed as his hand — the one gripping her hair — withered before his eyes.

Yes, withered.
The flesh shriveled and blackened until he could no longer hold her.

“What… is this…”

Even amidst the chaos — the screaming, the panic — Trisha looked almost dazed, lost in thought.

Because she knew her magic better than anyone.

She had lived with it since the moment she was born.

With a touch, she could make flowers bloom.
With a breath, she could heal wounds.

Her magic was life itself.

But now…

Her gaze shifted to the man’s withered hand.

The power she had felt — it was completely different.

Not decay. Not destruction.
If she had to name it, it was… death.

“My magic changed…?”

Such a thing was unheard of.
Never before had her magic felt so dark — so cold.

“R-run! She’s a monster!”
“Aaagh!”

The two men turned to flee, but black mist surged before them, blocking the way.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Sweat trickled down their backs.
Trembling, they slowly turned toward her.

“If you’re going to harm someone,” she said softly, “you’d better be ready to pay the price.”

The moment she finished, the darkness swallowed them whole.

They withered away — leaving behind only bones.

Trisha stared down at them, then at her own hands — small, delicate, obedient to her will.

Trisha used a broken glass shard rolling around the wagon to cut the ropes.

Once free, she hurried out of the forest.

Her small, barefoot body made it slow going, but after much walking, she reached a small village.

She’d found an old, discarded robe along the way — thank goodness.
Without it, she would’ve walked in wearing nothing but a tunic barely covering her thighs.

“I shouldn’t use that power unless I have to…”

It was far too different from the healing light she once knew.
And she noticed — whenever she used it, she felt disturbingly numb.

“I have to get to the Mage Tower. They’ll help me figure out what’s happening. But first…”

She took a deep breath.

“I need to find out where I even am.”

People in the village gave her no more than passing glances.
With her ragged robe, they probably thought she was a beggar child.
If she tried to speak, they only brushed her off.