ONCE AGAIN

MEGARA DAYBRACE

Fate was it.

What was fate to be exact?

God wrote your destiny.

Destiny could be altered as well.

Just like instead of perishing that day, she somehow survived the tragedy.

How did she manage to prevail? Who conserved her? She doesn't know. She knew nothing. All she knew was that she found herself lying in an unfamiliar grove near the mountain of honor.

Her bleeding wound was dressed.

Does she have any hazy remembrance of who saved her?

Yes, she does.

It was an individual in white.

Man or woman? She doesn't know.

All she knew was that it was an individual in white. She unhurriedly stood up once she gained consciousness. Taking the tree as a support she swiftly looked around the area. Her pupils shrank as she quickly rubbed her eyes only to realize that she had lost more than half of her sight. Which only indicated one thing.

Just god knew how she ended up in this village but seemed like whoever saved her wanted her to find shelter there.