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

It first started from a faint whisper, plummeting into whispers. 


 “-for the afflicted, ease the pangs of those who must die. Save us from everlasting darkness. Drive out the demons from the valley and scorch the field with your wrath,” Medusa heard a prayer rising and falling in a mournful cadence when all she could see was darkness before her, a path she followed after being overlapped with an image. A solid one. 


 A bell rang, the sharp pang and cluster seizing her breath for a second. It ranged once, twice, and many more times until it finally quietened. She was in a church. 


 The ancient stone columns rose like scrawny fingers towards the vaulted ceiling, then revealed a lone figure before her. 


Chapter 78- Inside a memory lane II