Chainslock

COMPLETED.

(WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.)

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On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

Sustaining the King's Life

It took two days of the voyage at sea before reaching the capital of Zuerst. It was early in the morning when Faustina, Lucas, Orwell, and Maddie reached the front port that resides in the outskirts of the capital. Faustina clapped her hand and exhaled through her palms.


"Don't worry, m'lady; even if you haven't gone out in social gatherings and such, your appearance is definitely that of a Feuerlon." Says Maddie. "So brighten up. We are here for you."


Faustina tried to smile, but cannot. She found it odd, almost amazing even, how such mere incantations managed to slip through memories that looked like dreams she never had; moments that never occurred yet known, unfamiliar familiar places and people—it's as if she was living two different lives.


Something Wrong