𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 [G.Impact x Fem! Reader]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

As the priestess looked at the fire in front of her, she felt tears beginning to flow from her eyes and roll down her cheeks.

The house she had grown up in, the temple, everything her clan had built over thousands of years was gone, reduced to dust.

Panic began to set in over her soul. Was this the end? What would become of her? Would she die along with the clan?

The woman gritted her teeth. Damn ███████ if it hadn't been for them, any of this would have happened. They had fooled everyone with their lies, even her father who had such great plans for them and loved them more than he did his own biological children.

But in a certain sense it was also her fault, after all she and ███████ were friends, or so she thought... No they were a traitor now, there was no point in thinking about the past any longer, she had to think about surviving since few would probably manage it.

Suddenly a mad idea came to her, perhaps induced by the despair or by the heat that was starting to blow her mind. She was a member of the clan ████, the guardians of knowledge. Nothing was impossible for her clan, no matter if they wanted to turn water into fire or make gold out of nothing, or so they wanted the folks to believe.

In the grip of that crazy idea, the woman ran into the temple and went to the altar, trying to ignore the flames that seemed to want to catch her. She had to do it, even if the others were still alive.

She was the only one who could do it.

She knelt in front of the statue of ████ and murmured a few words.

But a nearby snarl interrupted her and startled her. She heard someone approaching her and saying something, probably a threat, and with the remaining strength she turned her head slightly.

She exhaled one last time and closed her eyes to avoid seeing the weapon that was going to kiss her throat.

She failed.

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"Then?"

"Then what?"

"How does the story end? It seems pretty unfinished..."

"Well... it is said that the clan worshipped no other than the g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞ l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞...."

"...So?"

"So it is said that the priestess, in order to avoid dying along with the clan, prayed to the goddess to make her survive. It is said that the goddess heard her prayers but could not immediately intervene. But she gave her a second chance of life. A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡'s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ p̷̸̷̨͙͙͇ͨ̌ͣ͋͟͢͠r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝, w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝ r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠."

₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪

{Edited}

Started: 17/09/21

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