# Chapter 81: The Monster of the Well
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 81 of *"Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down"* — a chapter where compassion clashes with secrecy, and where a well hides something far more sinister than dirty water. So, settle in, and let's dive back into April's dangerous and heartfelt journey.
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The village was suffocating under the weight of its own sorrow. The air smelled of sickness, the rivers ran black, and the people had already begun to whisper that their fate was sealed. But April refused to accept that. While the others saw death, she saw a chance to help—even if it meant putting herself in danger. Sirius caught her alone and confronted her with that familiar, worried frown.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Helping," April replied simply.
"I can see that, but we don't have time for this. We're in a hurry."
"I can't leave without helping these people, Sirius. I can't abandon them to their fate."
Sirius let out a long, heavy sigh. He understood her heart, but that didn't ease his fear. "I understand that you want to help, but you shouldn't show your power. It can be dangerous."
"I don't plan to show it," she said with quiet resolve. "That's why I told them we're healers."
"You don't know anything about plants. And Taren knows even less."
"That doesn't matter. We just have to act like healers."
And with that, April approached the old man she had spoken with earlier and asked him where the village well was. He warned her that the water was contaminated, but she insisted. When she finally stood at the edge of that dark, stone mouth, she looked down into the abyss. The water was black—thick and unnatural, like liquid shadow.
The well, like the rivers, had turned foul. When she asked the old man where the villagers now got their water, his voice cracked with despair. Vendors from other kingdoms brought it, but money was running out. He said their destiny was already written.
But April looked at him with steady eyes. "I don't think so. Destiny isn't something that simply happens to you—it's something you want to happen to you. So you have to believe everything will turn out well, don't you think?"
The old man's eyes shimmered with fragile hope. "I hope it's like you say. I've lived in this village all my life. We're like a big family. I wouldn't want to lose them."
"And you won't."
April motioned for Taren to take the old man away. She needed to be alone. But before they left, Sirius asked the old man to show him where the sick were being kept. Once the others were out of sight, April knelt by the well and reached her hand into the black water. She felt it immediately—something wicked, something ancient, pulsing from the depths. She released her magic like a torrent of pure light, and little by little, the darkness began to recede. But then, with a violent surge, a monster burst from the water. It was hideous, cross-eyed, and dripping black liquid from every pore.
Before Sirius could even react, April summoned her silver flames and reduced the creature to ashes in a single breath.
"I thought she had finished off all the monsters," she murmured. "Apparently, I was wrong. There are still some out there causing havoc."
Sirius stared at her, his voice quiet. "You have changed so much."
"After everything I've been through, it would be strange if I were still the same, don't you think?"
She glanced back at the well. The water now gleamed clean and crystal clear under the pale light. "That's it. Now let's go see the sick."
"But how are you going to explain that you purified the water?"
April smirked. "I'm not. You'll handle that, Sirius. I'm going to go see the patients. So make up a good story and find a way to help."
And she walked away, leaving Sirius standing there, sighing to himself. He had forgotten, he realized, that she could be very annoying when she wanted to be.
April followed the direction Taren and the old man had taken. Along the way, she met a girl—thin, hollow-cheeked, with dark circles carved beneath her eyes. The girl approached her weakly, her voice hoarse and barely a whisper. "Do you have anything to eat?"
April's heart broke. She reached into the bag still slung over her shoulder and pulled out an apple. "Do you like apples?"
The girl nodded so vigorously it almost seemed painful. When April handed it to her, the girl devoured it with desperate hunger. As she ate, April gently stroked her head, letting her healing magic flow unnoticed into the child's small body. Almost instantly, the girl's face transformed.
"Was that a magic apple?" she asked with her mouth still full. "I feel so much better now."
April gave her a soft, tender smile. "That's right. So keep it a secret."
The girl swallowed, then looked up with pleading eyes. "My whole family is sick. If I give them some, will they get better?"
"You don't need that," April said gently. "I'll go see them, and they'll be fine soon."
"Do you have more magic apples?"
"No, but I'm a healer. I make sick people well."
The girl's face lit up with joy. She grabbed April's hand and dragged her to a small cabin. Inside, April found a man, a woman, and two young girls collapsed on the floor, barely breathing. The girl looked up at her with terror in her eyes. "They can't move. They're so bad. Everyone says they'll die, but they won't, right? You'll cure them, right?"
April saw the fear of losing her entire world reflected in that child's gaze. She caressed the girl's hair. "No, they won't die. They'll be fine soon. I promise. But I need some water. Could you go get it?"
The girl's face fell. "The little water we had is gone. And the well water is contaminated."
"Don't worry," April said warmly. "The water isn't contaminated anymore. Why don't you go and see for yourself?"
The girl grabbed a clay pot and ran out toward the well. Once she was alone, April turned to the family. They were barely holding onto life—half dead, their faces ghostly pale. She infused her magic into them, and color slowly bloomed back into their cheeks. Their breathing steadied. They would live.
Before the girl returned, April quietly slipped away. Taren found her soon after. "Your Majesty, where were you?"
"I was helping a girl. Do you know where the other sick people are?"
"Yes. They all seem terribly ill."
"Take me to them."
Taren led April to an old barn where the villagers had laid out all the sick, covered in thin blankets. Those who could still move tended to those who lay completely helpless. Taren looked grim. "Everyone in the village has become ill."
April approached a young woman with dark skin, black hair, and vivid green eyes. "Is there any medicine you're using to treat them?"
"We prepared an herbal tea," the woman said weakly, "but it's not working. They've only gotten worse."
"Show me the herbs you've used. I'll help you treat them."
The young woman thanked her, but moments later, her body began to sway. Before she could collapse, Taren caught her in his arms.
"What do I do with her?" he asked.
"She must be exhausted. Find a place to lay her down, then go to the well and fetch water. We need to hydrate them."
"Okay."
April asked another villager about the herbs they had used. When Taren returned with fresh, clean water, April prepared a chamomile tea and began distributing it among the sick. But that was only an excuse—every cup she handed over let her brush her hand against theirs, letting her magic flow unnoticed into each weary, broken body.
She worked quietly, steadily, hiding miracles behind the mask of a simple healer. But danger was still lurking in the shadows, and the monsters were not all gone. How long could she keep her secret? And at what cost?
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
This chapter was so beautifully human. It wasn't about grand battles or dramatic reveals—it was about April's heart, her quiet mercy, and the lengths she'll go to for people who can't protect themselves. Watching her use her power while shielding it from others made the tension feel constant, yet her gentleness with that starving little girl truly melted my heart. This chapter reminded us why April is such a compelling heroine: powerful, yes, but also deeply compassionate. The monster in the well was a nice surprise, and it leaves a lingering question: how many more are hiding in the darkness? I absolutely loved it.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
I think Sirius will soon have to explain the sudden miracle of the purified well, and his story might draw unwanted attention from the wrong people. Meanwhile, April's secret healing will likely be noticed by one sharp-eyed villager—perhaps that green-eyed young woman—who might follow her and discover that she is no ordinary healer. And if there are more monsters lurking, we may be heading toward a confrontation where April can no longer hide who she truly is.
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