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

 Exploiting an exertion with her elbow as she rode on her abdomen, the flail wielder completely closed the distance between them, yanking her bleeding leg backward, before she could rise on her feet. 


 Medusa’s hand fumbled behind her, fingers curling around a broken stable bucket. She hurled it without hesitation, not at the flail wielder, but at the lantern rig above her head. 


The glass shattered, spewing burst oil and fire flared briefly, the flames licking across the dry beams and a few bales nearby as smoke curled thickly upward. 


 Medusa felt the grasp on her ankle ameliorated, and she kicked, adjusting to the stint before giving her opponent a chance to strike, banking hard to the left. 


 Timber beams groaned, and dust fell in curtains from the ceiling as chaos bloomed in the confined space, fueled by fire, smoke, and panic. That was her opening. 


Chapter 76- Embrace the arms II