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In a valley covered by mist called Eldergrove, the forest never really slept. Even in the quiet time before sunrise, when the sky was still dark and cold air moved between the trees, something under the ground still seemed alive. Old roots slowly moved in silence like giant snakes sleeping beneath the earth. The trees stood tall with pale trunks that looked almost like bones, and their leaves kept whispering whenever the night wind passed through them.
The people in Eldergrove believed the forest was alive. Not alive like normal plants, but alive with an old spirit, something much older than humans. They believed the forest remembered everything. The pain people tried to hide. The fear inside homes. The sadness that stayed quiet for too long.
Deep inside the forest, there was something people called the Verdant Judge. It was an old spirit that had no real form and watched the forest from the shadows. It did not punish small mistakes or naughty children. Instead, it came for people who hurt others, especially men who made their homes a place of fear for women.
Its curse was called Arbormortis. The curse did not kill someone quickly. It slowly grew inside the body.
At first, there was pain under the skin. Then cracks appeared, looking like broken wood. After that, dark roots started growing inside the body, moving through bones and flesh. The victim would slowly feel the same pain they once gave to others. No one could escape from Arbormortis.
At the edge of Eldergrove, there was a small round house covered with vines. Wild herbs grew on the roof, together with tiny glowing flowers that looked like stars in the dark. The wooden walls had carvings of roots and leaves, and warm light came from the round windows.
People called it Herbal House.
That was where Floryn Amaryllis lived.
Floryn moved quietly around the house, almost like she was part of the forest itself. Her silver hair reached her waist and looked soft under the light. Her skin was pale like morning fog, while her crystal-blue eyes looked calm but sharp. Her ears were slightly pointed, showing the forest-healer blood in her family.
She wore a long robe made from moss cloth and bark fibers in dark green and gray colors. Small glowing threads spread across the sleeves like living roots. Tiny bottles filled with herbs and colorful liquids hung from her belt.
She was grinding dried leaves on a wooden table when suddenly—
‘BRAKK’
“Oh come on, please don’t fall again,” a voice shouted. “I literally spent so long arranging that!”
Floryn did not turn around right away.
She already knew who caused it and only smiled faintly while shaking her head.
On the other side of the room, a young man was crouching on the floor, trying to pick up herbal bottles rolling everywhere.
“It wasn’t my fault,” he said quickly. “I wanted to arrange them by color because it looked aesthetic, but then I forgot the order, changed it again, and somehow this one fell by itself. So technically… this isn’t fully my mistake.”
The boy had messy reddish-brown hair that always looked like he had just walked through strong wind. His bright amber eyes moved around with curiosity. He looked around seventeen years old and always had a careless expression on his face.
He was once a lost boy in the forest, until Floryn found him and let him stay in Herbal House as her assistant.
His name was Nauriell Vale, but most people called him Riell.
He wore a short tunic made from moss-green cloth and soft brown bark leather. Small pouches hung around his belt, filled with seeds, herbs, dried mushrooms, and random things that even he sometimes forgot about.
Floryn finally looked at him.
“Riell.”
“I’m cleaning it.”
“You also said that before,” Floryn said calmly. “Clean it now.” Riell quickly started picking up the broken glass.
“See? Currently in the process of cleaning.”
Floryn sighed quietly. But before Riell could keep talking, someone knocked heavily on the front door.
Once.
Then twice.
The third knock sounded even harder, like the person outside was about to fall down.
Riell suddenly stopped moving.
“Healer Flo…” he said slowly. “Who is that? Why are they knocking like that?”
Floryn had already started walking to the door. When she opened it, cold night air entered the house, bringing the smell of wet soil and something darker.
A man stood there.
He was tall and broad, but he looked weak, like he could collapse at any moment. His black hair was messy, partly covering his face. Mud covered his dark robe.
Long cracks spread across his neck and hands like old wood splitting apart. Beneath the skin, something moved slowly.
Roots.
Riell immediately stepped back.
“Ew. That’s actually creepy.”
The man slowly lifted his head. His golden eyes looked tired and full of pain.
Ash Rowan.
The room suddenly felt much colder. For a moment, Floryn did not move at all. Old memories surfaced inside her mind without warning. The sound of things shattering in the middle of the night and heavy breaths filled with anger. Her own trembling hands trying to hide bruises beneath the sleeves of her robe. A house that slowly became a terrifying place.
Ash looked at Floryn with ragged breathing. For the first time, the man looked small. There was no longer the pride of the knight once admired by the people of Eldergrove. All that remained was someone being destroyed by his own sins.
“Floryn…” his voice was hoarse. “Please help me.”
Riell looked back and forth between Floryn and the man outside with a confused face. He slowly moved closer, but the moment he saw the dark roots moving under the man’s cracked skin, he quickly stepped back again.
“Ew ew ew don’t move like that, that’s disgusting.”
Floryn remained silent. Her eyes stayed fixed on the cracks spreading across Ash’s body.
Arbormortis.
The curse had finally come to collect old sins.
Riell swallowed nervously before whispering far too loudly.
“Floryn… we’re not seriously helping him, right? I mean this is Ash Rowan. Your super creepy ex-husband.”
Ash lowered his head weakly, as if he no longer had the strength to deny anything.
Silence filled the room. Then Floryn opened the door wider.
“Come inside.”
Riell immediately turned toward her.
“Huh? Seriously?”
Ash tried to walk forward, but his body looked weak. The moment he stepped inside, his knees almost gave up beneath him.
Riell quickly moved away.
“Okay, okay. Just… don’t die on the carpet,” he said awkwardly. “Floryn literally made me clean it yesterday.”
Ash looked far too exhausted to respond. His breathing was heavy and uneven. Every movement made the cracks on his skin spread deeper. Black roots moved slowly between them like living things.
Floryn closed the door quietly.
The warm air inside mixed with the scent of dried herbs, damp wood, and honey candles burning in the corners of the room. The golden light from the hanging lamps made the shadows of roots and plants on the walls seem alive.
Ash grabbed the edge of a wooden table to steady himself, but his hands trembled. The cracks on his fingers slowly spread toward his palms.
The sight made Riell feel uncomfortable.
“I honestly hate every curse in this forest,” he mumbled quietly. “Why do they always have to look disgusting?”
“Riell,” Floryn said calmly.
“Yeah?”
“Bring me the moonfern root water.” Riell immediately turned toward the shelf.
“The blue bottle or the green one?”
“The blue one.”
Riell let out a relieved sigh.
“Oh, thank goodness. Because if it’s the green one, he’ll probably throw up blood and honestly I don’t think I’m emotionally ready for that.”
Riell hurried toward the herbal shelves while continuing to mumble to himself.
“This is insane… I only read about Arbormortis in books. Nobody mentioned the roots moving around like worms.”
Ash winced quietly as another wave of pain tore through his body.
Floryn stepped closer and carefully pulled back part of Ash’s sleeve. The skin beneath looked far worse. Black cracks spread all the way to his shoulder, and beneath his pale skin, dark roots moved slowly with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Floryn fell silent for several seconds. She had seen wounds before. She had seen dying people before. But Arbormortis was different. The curse did not merely destroy the body.
It felt like something slowly eating a person from the inside. Ash looked at her weakly. His voice sounded quieter now.
“Can it…” he paused painfully. “Can it still be healed?”
Floryn did not answer immediately.
She poured blue liquid from a small bottle onto a soft cloth before pressing it gently against the cracks on Ash’s hand.
The moment the liquid touched his skin, Ash sharply sucked in a breath. The pain made the veins in his neck tense.
Riell looked horrified.
“That looks insanely painful.”
“I was not trying to make it comfortable,” Floryn replied coldly.
Ash lowered his head weakly. And for the first time since arriving there, shame was clearly visible on his face. Silence filled Herbal House once more.
Outside, the forest remained quiet. The wind moved softly between the trees, and branches scratched against each other in the darkness, sounding almost like whispers.
Floryn continued cleaning Ash’s wounds without speaking much.
But every time her fingers touched his skin, old memories came back. Shouting late at night, broken plates on the floor, the pain of being grabbed too tightly, the fear she used to feel whenever she heard footsteps coming closer to the bedroom. Even after all these years, she still remembered that fear clearly.
Ash closed his eyes when Floryn applied another remedy to the cracks on his neck.
“Why…” his voice was quiet and heavy. “Why are you still helping me?”
Riell, who had been arranging bottles nearby, immediately glanced toward them.
Floryn stayed focused on the wounds.
“Because I want you to see what you’ve done.”
The answer made the room feel colder. Ash laughed quietly but the sound was broken.
“I see it now.”
Floryn finally lifted her eyes. For the first time that night, they truly looked at each other. And in Ash’s eyes, there was no anger left. No pride, only fear and regret that had arrived far too late.
Meanwhile, Riell stood awkwardly near the shelves, holding herbs in both hands.
“Healer Flo…” he said carefully. “Why did this suddenly become really sad? I honestly don’t know where I’m supposed to stand.” No one answered, Riell let out a small sigh. Then he quietly walked toward the other side of the room while muttering to himself.
Floryn carried a bowl of dark blue herbal liquid to the stone table where Ash lay. Thin steam rose from the surface, carrying the bitter scent of moonfern roots mixed with softly burned emberwillow leaves. The glow from the liquid reflected faintly on Ash’s increasingly pale face.
“Drink,” Floryn said shortly.
Ash tried to sit up slightly, but his body immediately tensed from pain stabbing through him from his stomach to his spine. The cracks on his neck spread farther like the branches of a dead tree.
Riell stood nearby holding clean cloth and several other herbal bottles. He stared at the roots beneath Ash’s skin with horror.
“By the sacred forest…” he whispered. “Those creepy roots are getting bigger.”
One tiny root suddenly pushed out from a crack in Ash’s arm before slipping back beneath the skin. Riell instantly stepped backward.
“Nope. Absolutely not. I am never getting used to seeing that.”
Floryn sat beside the stone table before lifting the bowl toward Ash’s lips.
“If you want to live, drink.”
Ash stared at the liquid for several moments before finally drinking slowly. The effect was immediate. Ash’s entire body suddenly stiffened. His breathing caught.
The roots beneath his skin moved wildly as though reacting to the remedy. The black cracks spread faster across his body, climbing toward his jaw and cheeks.
Ash held back a cry, but the pain was obvious. Riell immediately panicked.
“Floryn he looks like he’s dying.”
“He is almost dying.”
“Honestly I’m terrified looking at him.”
Ash suddenly gripped the side of the stone table so hard the wood cracked slightly. His breathing turned rough and uneven. Floryn remained calm. Her hands moved quickly as she grabbed pale green herbal powder and pressed it into one of the cracks on Ash’s chest.
The moment the powder touched his skin, a faint glow appeared beneath the cracks. At the same time, Ash let out a quiet cry of pain. For a moment, the past became painfully clear inside Floryn’s mind.
Ash standing in a dark room with eyes full of rage. The sound of something shattering. His hands gripping her arm far too tightly.
Fear squeezing the air from her chest every night. Floryn took a slow breath and forced herself back to the present. Ash was no longer the same man. Or perhaps he still was. The difference was that now he was finally feeling the pain he once gave others.
Cold sweat ran down Ash’s temples. His black hair stuck against his pale face.
“I can feel them,” Ash whispered weakly. “The roots… they’re going deeper.”
“That’s because Arbormortis feeds on guilt,” Floryn said. “The longer you deny it, the faster the curse grows.” Ash laughed weakly, but the sound resembled someone falling apart.
“Then I deserve to die.”
Riell, who had been pacing nervously, immediately pointed at him.
“Okay, no saying depressing things inside a herbal house. The vibe here is already weird enough.”
Floryn was about to answer when distant shouting suddenly echoed from outside.
Riell stopped moving immediately.
“Huh?”
The voices became clearer, many footsteps and the clanging of metal. Floryn slowly turned toward the round window of Herbal House. Outside, torchlight began moving through the misty forest. Riell stepped closer to the window before his eyes widened.
“Oh no.”
“What?” Floryn asked.
“It’s the villagers.”
More torches appeared. And standing at the very front was a tall man wearing white armor engraved with gold, with a long crimson cloak flowing behind him.
Sir Caelum Thorn.
His face was handsome and calm, like a knight from old legends. His black hair was neatly combed, while his sharp eyes were filled with certainty. A silver-layered sword hung at his waist, famous throughout all of Eldergrove. The villagers always called him their hero and protector. A holy man who always stood on the side of justice. But Floryn knew that kind of gaze. The gaze of someone who enjoyed power far too much.
Caelum stopped directly in front of Herbal House. Mist drifted slowly around his boots while the torchlight stretched his shadow across the ground.
“Floryn Amaryllis!” his voice thundered loudly. “We know he’s inside.”
Riell instantly panicked.
“Okay great. Your terrifying ex-husband is dying on the table and now the entire village is here carrying torches. I love my life.”
Ash tried to sit up slightly after hearing Caelum’s voice, but the pain inside his body nearly made him collapse again.
Floryn slowly stood. Her face remained calm. But her eyes turned cold. Outside, the villagers whispered nervously.
“They said the curse is spreading.”
“What if that witch brings Arbormortis to the village?”
“We should burn this place before it’s too late.”
Riell immediately turned around.
“Why is burning things always everyone’s first solution?!”
Caelum stared at Floryn, his expression slowly twisting with anger. The black cracks on his neck continued spreading, yet he did not seem to care. Instead, his eyes grew sharper, more hateful.
“Look at what you’ve done,” he said coldly while pointing at Floryn. “I was right from the beginning. You brought this curse to Eldergrove.”
Riell protested immediately.
“Hey, Sir Caelum! Watch your words.”
“Shut up!” Caelum shouted.
The sound echoed violently through the trees. Several villagers stepped backward in fear. They had never seen Caelum lose control before. The perfect knight who was always calm now looked fractured, just like Ash.
Floryn remained standing quietly before Herbal House.
Mist moved slowly around her green robe while the blood moon hung huge in the sky like a giant crimson eye watching everything.
“I did not bring the curse,” Floryn said softly. “The curse comes from humanity’s sins.”
Caelum laughed shortly. But the sound was terrifying.
“You really think they’ll believe that?” he asked. “A strange woman living alone in the forest? A healer who brought home a random boy?”
Riell gasped dramatically. “Wow. That felt personal.”
Caleum slowly unsheathed his sword. Torchlight reflected along the silver blade.
“A monster like Ash Rowan would never come here without reason,” he continued. “You’re protecting him. That means you are just as evil.”
Riell immediately panicked.
“I really don’t think we need swords here. We could talk like emotionally stable adults.” No one listened to Riell.
Caelum stepped forward.
The cracks across his face were clearer now. Black roots began appearing through the gaps in his skin like living dark veins.
But the villagers were too afraid to move. They still wanted to believe Caelum was their hero. And Caelum knew that.
He raised his sword directly toward Floryn.
“For the safety of Eldergrove,” he shouted, “this witch must die.”
Riell immediately stood in front of Floryn, his face pale.
“Hey! She’s not a witch.”
But before anyone could move, Caelum attacked. His sword sliced violently through the night air. Riell reflexively screamed while covering both his eyes and ears. Floryn had not even moved yet when a body suddenly slammed into Caelum from the side.
‘BANG’
Ash Rowan.
His body, already destroyed by Arbormortis, crashed into Caelum and sent both of them falling into the mud outside Herbal House. The villagers screamed in panic. Ash coughed violently. Black blood spilled from his mouth, but he still forced himself to stand in front of Floryn. His breathing sounded broken and heavy.
“Don’t…” he rasped toward Caelum. “Touch her.”
Riell stared in shock. “This looks insane.”
Caelum slowly stood with fury written across his face.
“Ash Rowan protecting someone?” he mocked. “After everything you did to her?” Ash said nothing. But his body trembled harder. Black roots started crawling from the cracks in his arms like living branches. Caelum raised his sword again. And at that exact moment, the sound of a wooden staff striking the ground echoed from behind the villagers.
‘TOK’
Everyone turned. An elderly woman slowly walked through the mist. Her robe was long and layered with root-colored fabric in ivory white and deep green. Her silver hair nearly touched the ground, decorated with tiny glowing branches. In her hand was an ancient wooden staff crowned with small white flowers.
Mother Yselle.
The villagers immediately lowered their heads as the elder of Eldergrove passed by. Even Caelum visibly stiffened.
Mother Yselle stopped before Herbal House. Her ancient golden eyes looked at Caelum for a long moment. Then she spoke softly.
“The Verdant Judge has finally come for you.”
Silence. The night air suddenly felt colder.
Caelum clenched his jaw.
“I protect this village.”
“No,” Mother Yselle answered calmly. “You protect your own power.”
The cracks across Caelum’s body suddenly spread faster.
‘CRACK’
He collapsed onto his knees while holding back a scream. More black roots burst from his arms now, twisting around his fingers and throat like plants growing far too quickly. The villagers stepped back in terror.
“Arbormortis…” one of them whispered.
Mother Yselle looked at each villager one by one.
“This curse was not born from dark magic,” she said. “It was born from violence. From fear left to grow for too long. From hands that hurt those weaker than themselves.” Floryn fell silent. Even Riell finally became quiet for the first time that night.
Mother Yselle then looked toward Ash.
“And even the most sinful person,” she continued softly, “can still choose who they become at at the end of their life.”
Suddenly a child’s scream echoed from the back of the crowd. A small boy fell to the ground crying in pain. His mother immediately panicked.
“No… no…”
Dark veins began appearing across the child’s arms. Tiny roots moved faintly beneath his skin. Riell’s eyes widened.
“The Blood Moon Curse.”
Mother Yselle nodded slowly. “The blood moon tonight strengthens every curse in Eldergrove.”
The child cried even harder. The skin on his arms slowly hardened like wood. Floryn immediately rushed toward him. But her steps stopped when a strange light suddenly appeared from Ash’s body. Everyone froze.
From the large crack in Ash’s chest, a soft white-gold light slowly emerged like a tiny sun glowing gently beneath the red night.
And from inside his body… something began to grow. A glowing white fruit, beautiful like life itself. Riell forgot to breathe. Mother Yselle slowly closed her eyes.
“Fruit of Life…” she whispered. Floryn stared at Ash in shock.
“That’s impossible.”
Mother Yselle slowly shook her head. “That fruit only grows from someone who truly regrets their sins.”
Ash looked at the glowing fruit in his chest with heavy breathing. Then slowly he lifted his eyes toward the crying child. Floryn immediately understood.
“No,” she said quickly. “This fruit can save you.”
Ash smiled faintly and weakly. For the first time in many years, his face looked peaceful.
“I don’t deserve to be saved,” he said softly.
Floryn tightly held his hand.
“Ash—”
“Give it…” his breath broke briefly from pain. “Give it to the child.” Floryn’s eyes trembled. Ash looked at her for a long moment. And for the first time, there was no anger left in his eyes.
Only regret.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly. “For everything.” Floryn could not answer.
Meanwhile, Caelum’s screams suddenly echoed loudly. His body was beginning to transform completely into black wood. Massive roots burst from his back and arms, violently piercing the ground. His face was full of fear now. Real fear.
“No… NO—”
‘CRACKKK’
Caelum’s body froze. And slowly, he transformed into a giant black tree standing in the mist of Eldergrove.
Silence. Only the child’s crying remained.
Floryn finally took the Fruit of Life from Ash’s chest with trembling hands and gave it to the child to eat. White light instantly wrapped around the small body. The dark veins slowly faded from his skin. His crying stopped. He breathed normally again.
He saved.
But behind Floryn, Ash’s body slowly began to change. His skin hardened into dark bark. Roots grew from his fingertips. Floryn held his hand tightly until the very last moment.
Ash looked at her softly. Then finally closed his eyes. His body became still. And slowly transformed into a great tree growing in the center of Herbal House.
Not a black tree like Caelum. But into a beautiful tree with deep brown bark and glowing silver leaves. Soft light moved between the branches. Quiet, gentle, Like forgiveness.
After that night, Herbal House changed forever.
Every summer, one glowing white fruit grew from Ash Rowan’s tree. And every year, Floryn used the fruit to heal sick people in Eldergrove.
The forest never forgot sin. But sometimes, The forest also remembered regret.