Ace_zza

Medusa is a young lady who suffers from blemishes in her past and reincarnates into another body for vengeance against the kind that murdered her and her family.

 A body with two souls. One of vengeance and the other void of emotions; the master and the servant. Her mission leads her to the kingdom of Dragsholm, the beginning of an end, upon its castle shackled as a captive.

 She didn't only discover the secrecy buried within her past, her encounter with the demon became another nightmare, impossible to eschew.

 Is she the pushinent or the punisher? The cure or its poison? Would prophecy play its course or would it be damned?



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“Ethereal love,

a myth whispered by fools.”

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Shackles Of The Past

 As Medusa stepped into the right stone archway, the air enveloped her with the heavy smell of age. The pathway was cold and quiet throughout, but the silence was oppressive. 


 Indeed, there was nothing dissimilar about both stone arches, as their appearance mimed identical to one another. 


 The flame flickered again, this time stronger. Medusa whipped her head behind. The darkened path was partially due to the illumination produced by her torch. 


 She held it high, looking past the effulgence in an attempt to see beyond, through the darkness. It was the same silence and chillness, resembling her innermost self in response to her unexpressed alarm. 


 The passageway stretched down before her, a seemingly endless dark corridor punctuated only by the occasional glimmer of moisture on the stone as she ventured silently. 


Chapter 58- Shadow and aura