In the heart of the ancient Azur mountains lies a hidden realm veiled in mystery and guarded by whispers carried on the wind. Here, amidst the rugged splendor of Blood Mountain, secrets slumber beneath the canopy of age-old trees, waiting to be unea...
Eve awoke to the gentle patter of rain, the haunting cry of a raven echoing through the somber sky. Confusion enveloped her as she found herself amidst the cool embrace of the forest, her memories fragmented and disjointed. The pain in her body spoke of untold horrors, yet the details remained shrouded in darkness, elusive and ephemeral.
As she struggled to piece together the fragments of her shattered recollections, Eve's thoughts turned to the enigmatic figure with the crow feathers and horns, his presence a haunting specter in the recesses of her mind. His violation upon the altar stone lingered like a stain upon her soul, a cruel reminder of her unwitting entanglement in the machinations of forces beyond her comprehension.
She had been there with them, the creatures of the forest. She had dwelled in their dark caves and had become a prisoner. Someone helped her escape, but who? Her heart pounded in her chest when she remembered the male with the crow feathers that hid his face and the horns that came out of his head. She was paralyzed with fear when he removed the shimmering garment the women had gently put on her. He had violated her on the altar stone as if she was an offering to him. The pulse of their chanting to the rhythm of invasion lulled her into submission. Her desire had become raw and unfettered. Her body erupted in a burst of pleasure she had never felt. He had taken her virginity and she was ashamed.
When it was over she was cleaned and laid to rest in a soft pile of pillows and covered with a blanket. She had a restless sleep in which the stranger crept into her dreams. In those dreams, he removed the ugly mask and showed her his unearthly beauty and physical perfection. He told her that his name would be the only one she would cry out for and she would be his queen.
"Taeleorn, they call me," were the first words she heard from his beautiful lips.
She couldn't remember anymore. It's as if the memories were being erased by some cruel spell. Perhaps it was a blessing. She had a vague feeling she had left something or someone very precious behind. Had they returned her to her world, or was this an addled dream born of a head injury? She closed her eyes and fell into darkness.
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