PROLOGUE - PEARLS OF ABENDROT

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Opalescent pearls fell to the floor, the beautiful strand in which they once were betrothed to severed brutally

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Opalescent pearls fell to the floor, the beautiful strand in which they once were betrothed to severed brutally. They gently fell to their floor, their frosted skin gently reflecting the scared face of a beautiful woman.

Beside her, a man stood with the same downcast expression. He glowed with radiance, his outer appearance so alluring one wouldn't hesitate to place blame elsewhere.

The strand fell to the floor, swaying along the non-existent breeze that appeared as the calm before the storm. It landed at the feet of a man who had the storm in his eyes, the hard expression on his face, and the love in his body.

Oh no, this man wasn't ordinary.

As he wandered to their place, his eyes roaming the terror in their eyes and the shake in their godly bodies, and the beautiful string of pearls who had no idea of the upcoming devastation to be brought on them, he smiled.

He knelt and gathered the pearls, gathering the fear into his companions' hearts as well.

"Should I pick up the pearls, or string them as well?"

The sound of howling demons, the floods on their way to meet the weak villages, the storm thundering...it all disappeared to an amused twinkle in his eyes.

Great was his faith in his best friend, the half of his soul.

And great was the love in his wife, the better half of his heart.

She was startled. From the top of her marital crown to the rings on her feet, she was startled. Surely her husband wouldn't tolerate such insensitive behavior? Irregardless of the true story.

And in the blink of an eye, she smiled. So softly and beautifully, he couldn't help but smile back.

Such begins the story of a woman who faced multiple hardships and found the courage to fight back. 

It begins with a woman called by the beautiful name of Bhanumathi...

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