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"The past was sick. The future brought the cure."
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[Scene 1 – Death Comes to Brimvale]
Three days after G-Rock dropped his first medieval hit, the mood in Brimvale soured.
It started quietly.
A cough.
A fever.
A farmer collapsed during breakfast and never got up.
Then another.
And another.
By sunset, the village bell rang three times — the sign of plague.
Even in the age of superstition, everyone knew what that meant.
> "It's the Rotten Black," whispered an old woman.
"The rats carry it," spat a guard.
"We're cursed," cried the priest, clutching his trembling hands.
Panic swelled like a wave.
People locked themselves inside huts. The marketplace emptied. Smoke rose from hurriedly burned bodies. No one dared speak Zayden's name.
Until a boy stumbled toward his base, sick, wheezing, clutching his chest.
Zayden caught him just before he collapsed.
The moment the boy coughed blood on his jacket — everything changed.
> "M.A.I.A.," Zayden said grimly, "run bio-scan. We've got a pandemic."
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[Scene 2 – Future Medicine, Meet Medieval Fear]
Inside the bakery-turned-command center, Zayden had converted his back room into a glowing pop-up med lab. Holograms flickered. A scanner moved over the boy's body.
M.A.I.A. spoke urgently.
> "Confirmed: Yersinia Pestis strain, commonly known as bubonic plague. Fatality rate: 80%. Medical knowledge: nonexistent. Fear level: high."
Zayden's jaw tightened.
> "They'll blame me," he muttered. "They always blame what they don't understand."
> "Then help them understand," M.A.I.A. replied.
Zayden tapped his wristpad. A hatch in the capsule opened, revealing a silver syringe glowing blue — nanobot-packed with a tailored cure.
He injected the boy.
> "Hold on, kid. The future's not done with you yet."
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[Scene 3 – The Stand Against the Plague]
By the next morning, Zayden stood in the center of the market — alone.
Everyone else kept their distance. Watching. Whispering.
The priest stepped forward, furious.
> "You brought this! Your devil machines! Your glowing potions! You cursed us!"
Zayden didn't flinch.
> "I brought a cure," he said, pulling the now healthy boy forward. "This kid had the plague. Now look at him."
The boy smiled. No more fever. No boils. Just a clear face and calm breath.
Gasps.
The crowd stepped forward.
A woman shouted, "Is it true? Did you save him?"
Zayden nodded. "I'm not a god. I'm just from tomorrow. And tomorrow has medicine."
He raised a metal case.
> "This—" he declared, opening it to reveal rows of glowing injectors, "—is the future clinic. And I'm vaccinating everyone. Right. Now."
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[Scene 4 – Resistance and Redemption]
Not everyone cheered.
Sir Garrick Ironvain stood beside the priest, hand on sword.
> "This… this is unnatural. You put spirits in people's blood?"
Zayden stared him down. Calm. Firm.
> "I put hope in their blood."
The knight stepped forward — and offered his arm.
> "Then give me some hope."
That broke the dam.
Villagers rushed forward. One by one, they were scanned, injected, healed. No pain. No death. Just light, tech, and life.
For the first time in history, a plague stopped in its tracks.
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[Scene 5 – The Fire That Followed]**
That night, as the village celebrated survival, a single torch lit the forest path outside Brimvale.
A robed messenger knelt in a circle of armored riders.
> "He cured the Rotten Black," the messenger said. "With light. With metal. With knowledge no one understands."
The woman in gold armor, her face hidden beneath a lion-engraved helmet, turned to the others.
> "Then he is not just dangerous," she said coldly. "He is rewriting fate itself."
She raised her blade.
> "The Council of Crowns will move."
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[Scene 6 – Zayden's Reflection]
Alone in the bakery, Zayden sat on the rooftop, watching the stars. The boy he saved was asleep nearby, curled in a warm future blanket.
M.A.I.A. chimed softly.
> "Today you saved 212 lives. Also, the village declared you their Guardian Star."
Zayden smiled faintly.
> "Not bad for a guy who was failing pre-med back home."
But his eyes held worry.
> "Saving lives... might just get me killed."
He looked out over the horizon.
Enemies were forming. He could feel it.
But for now, the world was healing.
And tomorrow?
He'd build hospitals.
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📘 END OF CHAPTER 4
Next Chapter:- Chapter 5: CoreMed Begins🏥