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

 “Cough! Cough! Ach-,” she rubbed her nose, fighting the urge to sneeze, and inhaled a deep breath to aid her aching temples. 


 Her throat felt sore and parched, still after enduring the hot elder tea early this morning. As she walked down the corridors towards the kitchen, the uncomfortable gazes earned a racing heartbeat. 


 Two weeks had passed since Gytha acknowledged her camaraderie with Dorothy had divided, leaving a subtle void in her chest. The clear warning in her eyes was enough to pass the message that there was no ‘us’ any longer. 


 She would sometimes leave her duty in the hope of catching her up, only to return feeling no sense of accomplishment. The smile on Dorothy’s face as she engaged with a group of servants was different from the cold frown enacted towards her, leaving her severely heartbroken. 


Chapter 65- Another realization