Azalea_Belrose

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer, an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general whose face haunted her every nightmare, the man who tore her world apart.

But just as the final strike neared… the world shattered.

She woke in a savage, ancient realm where kings ruled with iron fists and war devoured the innocent. Her body? That of a thirteen-year-old. Her fate? Sold to traffickers, bound for hell by a family member's design.

Big mistake.

They expected a victim. She gave them hell. Every brutal lesson, every violent instinct...she unleashed them all and carved her way to freedom.

In the depths of that strange, dangerous world, she met a reclusive martial arts master, one whose power defied reason, whose teachings broke her and rebuilt her again.

But nothing could prepare her for the revelation that came next:

The man she was born to kill... was here. In this world. And he was her father. By blood. By fate.

The General!

Then, deep in the wilds of Mount Ourea, she saved a dying soldier from the clutches of Hades. But he wasn’t just a soldier. He was a prince, the heir to a kingdom, but deprived of his birthright.  He was wounded on a secret mission to crush the rebels tearing his kingdom apart.

To the prince, she was:
A woman disguised as a man.
A healer who knew the way of the sword.
A mystery wrapped in secrets and shadows.
The most intriguing enigma of his life.

Will she be the weapon they made her—or the legend she was born to become?

Return of the General's Daughter

The sun had barely breached the horizon when Luki stood at the edge of the camp, eyes fixed on the fading hoofprints in the dewy grass. The forest on their left was quiet now—eerily so, as if it too held its breath. The embers of the fire still glowed behind him, but the heat of his fury had long since surpassed their warmth.

The scent of the leaves drenched by the droplets of the morning dew clung to the air. He exhaled slowly.

"They have a night's head start, but they couldn't be traveling the entire night," his deputy muttered, adjusting the straps of his leather armor.

"They left traces," Luki said coldly. "That means they were rushed. Good! Desperation makes people sloppy."

In the distance, he saw the dust rising in the air. His reinforcements had arrived!

The Chase