Elaine is a quiet lady.
She grew up in the countryside where she lived with her mother and father. They both are cultivators but they specialise in healing magic.
Growing up, Elaine was surrounded by the gentle scent of herbs and the soft glow of magical flowers. She lived in peace for her life is peace.
Her parents, though not widely known, were respected healers in their region—calm, wise, and always willing to help the sick and injured.
Their ho was a humble cottage nestled near a crystal-clear stream that wound through the erald hills.
Every morning, when the rays hit its surface, it creates a prism of colors that can srize even the color blind.
Birds chirped in the morning, the wind carried the fragrance of blooming wildflowers, and the nights were filled with quiet, comforting silence.
Elaine, being naturally quiet herself, often preferred the company of plants and scrolls over people.
While the other children in the village played and chased spirit beasts through the woods and forests, she could be found crouched in the garden, observing the reaction of moongrass when exposed to her mother's healing mist, or reading ancient scrolls about the properties of earth-elent herbs.
When she turned ten, sothing shifted within her.
Her mother fell ill—not gravely, but strange enough to make her worry and start to think.
It wasn't a wound or sickness that normal healing magic could cure.
Elaine watched her father try spell after spell, brew tea after tea, all to little effect. It was the first ti Elaine saw the limits of their magic… and the first ti she heard the word "alchemy."
A traveling herbalist, who had co for a refill of spirit flowers, suggested a compound made from three specific herbs that didn't grow in their region.
It wasn't magic—it was pure alchemical composition, and it worked. Her mother recovered in a matter of days.
Elaine never forgot the mont she realized that alchemy could go where healing spells could not.
From that day forward, she beca obsessed.
At thirteen, she began gathering old alchemy manuals from traders and wanderers who passed through the village. She trades flowers and herbs for them.
She built a small lab behind their cottage—just a wooden shack with a fire pit, a few clay pots, and shelves lined with drying herbs. They call her the barefoot lab rat.
But she never really cared about the na given to her.
She was determined to move past just healing magic. She wants to beco an Alchemist so that if her parents can't use their healing magic, she will step in and help with alchemy.
Her early attempts were clumsy—vials exploded, concoctions burned, and her eyebrows were once singed off entirely—but she was undeterred.
Her parents are the type who wouldn't look down on her. They knew her path was a difficult one, but as good parents, they supported her to the best of her abilities.
At fifteen, she succeeded in creating her first stable pill: a basic Qi Recovery Pill.
It was a minor feat in the grand sche of cultivation, but for her, it was monuntal. She was happy, very happy that she even danced all around her small lab.
Her parents celebrated with her.
She started treating minor injuries in the village, refining her techniques, and even began experinting with spiritual catalysts—dust of violet orchid, ash from dreamroot bark, and crystals that amplified elental essence.
She never forgets her roots as a healer, so she tried to mix her healing magic with alchemy. Her success rate wasn't high, but she was moving toward a bigger picture even without knowing it.
It was during a small regional alchemy gathering, held in the nearby city, that her path crossed with the one who would change her life forever.
Elaine, now seventeen, had traveled there with a basket of her pills to trade for rare ingredients. She wasn't a participant—just a curious girl from the countryside—but her quietly burning talent didn't stay hidden for long.
During a public demonstration by a local alchemist, a misstep in the process caused a dangerous backlash in the cauldron.
Panic spread as toxic fus started rising, but Elaine stepped forward calmly, mixed a neutralizing powder on the spot, and threw it into the cauldron.
The reaction stopped instantly.
That was when Pill Saint Enex noticed her.
He had been there, not as a judge or guest of honor, but in disguise, wandering in search of hidden talents as he often did.
He needed soone he could pass his knowledge to. He was at the peak of this continent, so he needed a disciple. This forced him to travel the four kingdoms in disguise.
That was when he saw Elaine.
He observed her the entire ti.
The steady hands, the calm breath, the clear understanding of herbs and their counteracting properties. That kind of intuition couldn't be taught.
He recognised her talent and thus set his mind to get her as his disciple.
Later that night, as Elaine returned to her inn, she found a letter under the door of her makeshift lab.
It bore the insignia of the Pill Saint's seal.
"You have the spark. If you wish to fan it into a fla, et at sunrise by the eastern gate. —Enex.
And so, her quiet life in the countryside began to shift. Her parents recognised that insignia and knew stopping her would just be them being selfish.
The girl who once sat alone in fields of flowers was now standing at the edge of a vast alchemical path, one that would soon shake the foundations of even the most ancient pill sects in the worlds out there.
However, the moon only blooms at night. When the sun is up, the moon cannot be seen. It was also why a person's character cannot be determined by their first impression.
Get to know them first, and they will shock you.
Right now, Elaine was standing before Kent, looking at him with eyes that, although they appeared cold, Kent could see sothing else within them.
Naturally, a dragon has to be a dragon when need be.
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