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

 “Achoo! Bless me-Achoo! Oh heavens,” Gytha drawled, rubbing her nose gently to ease the discomfort. 


 The next morning, servants resumed their duties and were up and about, vigorously preparing for the day ahead. 


 She arranged her apron properly, draping a rag around her shoulder. Then, she grabbed the bucket and mop and proceeded towards the Barracks. 


 With a sharp turn, her gaze landed on someone hurrying towards her, carrying a small basket. 


 “Dorothy?” she asked, silently approaching her. With a wary eye, “What’s wrong?” 


 She got to her, passing a wry smile. “Nothing really,” She admitted, out of breath. Then she stretched her hand, “I have been looking for you throughout, but you missed breakfast this morning. I had to inquire from Elizabeth and she told me you set off for the Barracks earlier today,” 


Chapter 60-Speck of dusts