Oluchi Chendo
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Healing journal
Eve’s healing journal for prince Luke lay on my desk. I asked her to turn them in because I wanted to see the records myself as well as the drug samples she used before they were submitted to the healing bank. After what happened last time, we needed to be very cautious.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in Fiction
Charles annual ball
It was finally the day for Charles' annual ball. He has always sent me an invitation each year, so I wasn’t surprised when I received an invitation card three days earlier. I was surprised that I had received two invitation cards with a brief note asking me to bring Eve along. I had pondered on why Eve was invited but concluded he was just being respectful to me. I had never taken an apprentice before, so I did not know how he would treat them. Other promising apprentices must have been invited as well. She seemed excited by the invite and had spent the whole day shopping for the right dress together with her friends. At least she was having a good time.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in Fiction
Robert
She gestured with her hands and someone was dragged in. We were at the top of the gallery so it would take them a few minutes to get to us, but I could see it was Robert. I didn’t have to see his face to know that. I glanced at Charles briefly and he avoided my gaze. That was all I needed to confirm that he had told on me. How could he? I came to him out of respect for our former friendship. I felt it wouldn’t be proper to report his woman to the council without informing him first. But I had been wrong. He had collected the evidence and most likely handed it over to Megan.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in Fiction
The waiting
It’s been five days since the event in my waiting room. Megan submitted the report of the coroner to the general council and a decree was issued that samples of all the drugs I administered to my deceases patients be tested. I knew what the results was going to be already because Megan had taken it upon herself to inform me. I expected them to find the same type of poison found in the victim's body inside my drug. I was already working on the speech I was going to give in council to defend myself, but when I read the result brought to me by the council guards this morning, my mood brightened up. It said my drugs were clean.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in Fiction
Ancient born
Archie has been summoned to council daily for the entire week, to defend his reasons for assigning me a patient after graduating from the healing academy. I graduated a few months ago and still haven’t been able to claim a patient for myself. The natural process was to have the clients approach you and formally ask for your expertise. You could also be assigned a patient by the head of the family you belonged to, or the head of the 1st healing family. But it had been two months since I graduated and no one had asked for my expertise. While my colleagues were getting their request cards filled up, mine remained empty. Archie then took it upon himself to transfer one of his patients to me. It was the 5th prince of the 8th royal family, Prince Luke the third. He had been sick for the past 8 years and had shown no signs of improvement. As an apprentice of Archie, it was within his rights to hand over one of his patients to me, but considering my history, his parents felt I wasn’t qualified to treat their son and accused Archie of trying to kill him.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in Chapters
Ancient born
Today was the first time I would meet my first client as a healer, and absolutely nothing would dampen my excitement. Archie had already briefed me on the prince’s condition and his medications so far, but I needed to examine him myself and come up with my own medications.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in Chapters
NECKLACING
In the town square, a man lies with his hands bound and bloodied, screaming as he burns slowly to death, his face blackened by the fire and rubber melting across his chest. The residents of his village observe, knowing that traitors will ultimately have to pay this price. Although this scene of brutal torture sounds appropriate for the Middle Ages, it happened in the 1980s. Even worse, everything was recorded on camera.
By Oluchi Chendo2 years ago in History
