280 AC
Flea Bottom, Kings Landing
Amy POV
The screams were deafening. Louder and louder they grew.
Amy was tired, so very tired. She was in a dingy, cramped, and suffocating inn. It was mouldy, black, and rotting. Rats making themselves known from time to time. She had her hands on a local resident. Blood was spewing from his mouth, his bowels were hanging over a wooden table.
More and more people were trying to get inside the inn. All of them holding loved ones, wailing and screaming to Amy for her to save their mother, father, and siblings. She saw one man holding his elderly father. He was kissing his father's face while the bloodied body he was holding was limp. He was screeching for him to live, to continue on.
Amy saw many folks who were in the same situation. Amy had heard of the bust-up between the local police, "The Gold Cloaks", and the residents. She only saw vulnerable people here. Scared people, not gangsters or villains.
The bags under her eyes were deeper and darker.
Who deserved to live? She understood triage. She understood the levels in which to save patients, however if everybody was level one? If every single person Amy saw was suffering from life-threatening injuries, who should she save? Who deserves life first?
Amy wasn't one to believe in God. She did sympathize if there ever was a being out there such as God. The burden of choosing who lives and who dies is cruel. Cruel beyond belief. Make no mistake, to Amy she believed she was being cruel. Yes, she found enjoyment in helping people, but what about the other people who didn't survive? What about their family members?
Amy was just one woman. Sure, she was powerful. But she couldn't be everywhere. She was at the brink, and she had saved hundreds, but it was draining her. Her eyes were getting droopy. She felt the burden more oppressively.
She blamed herself, Why did I help that kid. Her mind turning back to that fateful day.
A Week Prior
Amy awoke in a back alley. Her memory was fuzzy. She was just in prison? Why is she outside, and why is she wearing her costume? It was bizarre to Amy, but she got up and dusted herself off. She immediately heard something behind her. Two men were beating on a little kid. They looked oddly stripped from a period piece movie set. Amy saw the men run off after plunging a dagger into the little kid. Amy had arrived too late, as she wheezed from her running.
She saw the boy crying.
"Mama... I want my mama."
Amy knew she had to do something. She quickly got down and placed her hands on the boy's temple.
"Don't worry, I am here to help. I just need to remove this dagger. It may hurt, but I'll be gentle, I promise."
She removed the dagger with her free hand. Blood gushed forward. That's when she instantly recorrected the boy's organs. The internal rupture in his lungs was closed. The nick to his heart sealed. His skin's cells rapidly closing the wound.
She heard more footsteps from behind. Amy was panicking. She hated fighting, but she knew she had to survive more for this little boy than herself. She twisted and grabbed the dagger on the floor, her hands trembling but her brows fierce. Until those footsteps got closer and a man emerged, bald with hair on the sides. He was a few inches taller than her, and he was with a group of other fellows, all holding daggers and hammers.
She didn't see a face ready to kill. She saw a face stricken with worry and fear. The boy behind got up and beamed with joy.
"Da! DA!"
The boy ran and wrapped around the man in a sweet embrace. The man then saw the torn part of the garb the boy had and looked down at Amy holding the dagger. His face reddened with rage.
"Ye were gonna harm me' boy!"
He was ready to lunge. Amy held firm with courage. His boy went in between them.
"She saved me da! I was so scared, and she came. She had her hands on me head, and I wasn't scared anymore. I am so sorry da, I tried to get ya money back from them brothers, and they sticked me."
Amy was surprised by how full of vigor the boy was. He just survived a major ordeal.
"Is tha' true?"
The man turned to look at Amy.
Amy nodded. She didn't want to speak. She just was confused by how they were all wearing medieval-style clothing. They all smelt and were covered in muck.
"Da, I'm telling ye she healed me. Was like tha' Maiden reborn."
The boy was tugging on the man's clothes. He grabbed his chin and then revealed a stump for his left hand, and Amy knew desperation. She knew if people felt there was hope, they would try anything.
"If yar the maiden reborn, can ye bring back me hand?"
Amy sighed. Amy was hungry. She needed a place to stay. Why not help some people out in the meantime. She didn't realise the consequences of these actions.
"Fuck it"
Amy took the man's stump, and his eyes went wide with shock as he was seeing his hand's regrow in real time.
"BY THE GODS"
Amy let her hand leave his to reveal a freshly new hand. The man was beaming. Tears were falling. His knees buckled.
"I thought'... By the Seven, she really is the... Maiden."
The others behind the man went to their knees too. All of them dropping in sheer shock. The boy had a devilish grin. Amy then asked the question she needed to ask.
"Is there any place where you can find something to eat?"
The boy laughed.
"Yea, you can come back to the inn. Da owns it. Da, she can stay right?"
His dad was still crying, tears flowing, others silent. His dad wiped his tears and nodded.
"On the name of Bartimos, you will have as much food and drink as ye like."
Amy smiled. Gotcha!
"What is your name child." She ruffled the boy's hair.
"Sam, milady"
Lady? Amy laughed aloud. Boy was a bonafide charisma machine. She saw his features more. Red autumn hair, freckles over a pale face, and deep brown eyes. He was still teething, missing half of the set in his beaming smile.
"Lead the way Sam."
Amy said with a little pizazz. Sam lead the way. Bartimos being somewhat dragged by the boy off the ground. The others quickly got up, wide-eyed with reverence towards Amy. Amy didn't enjoy the attention. Her belly was rumbling. She needed food.
They all left the alleyway.
The Present
The screams broke her memory. She was getting dizzier. Her own costume was replaced many nights ago with simple garments. Her hair was loose and messy. She was drenched in blood. The wailing never ending.
She adored Sam, but if she knew using her powers like this would lead to this, would she have made the choice? Amy knew what answer she would choose. She cursed herself for it all the same.
The darkness she kept at bay couldn't be held any further. As she sealed another mortal wound, she felt the blackness rushing to greet her.