TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of past abuse, mentions of molestation, past threats of rape, panic attacks
Hello, lovely readers! How have you been?
This chapter is heavily emotional and it might trigger some people. It will not be explicit and will consist of memories of certain conversations, hallucinations and panic attacks. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you to skip anything because everything is connected this time, unlike on chapter 16, so, please, keep that in mind.
Unfortunately, I have bad news. This week will be the last time I publish before I enter hiatus. It'll probably take more than a month before I come back. However, I will be rewriting the chapters I haven't yet just like I have been doing until now, just in a slower pace. I hope to return to you guys with, at least, three newly corrected chapters.
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See you,
—Cherry🍒
The full moon shone in the sky. Splendid, ethereal, cold. This was how Medea saw it that night: an untouchable and severe deity, ready to judge her apprentices. She would only accept the very best of them as her the next Minor Priestess.
It was a lot of pressure.
Out of the seven who had been chosen for the third phase, only three had been successful in their missions, including herself. She had heard whispers about how the others had disappeared, been seriously injured, or even died during the mission.
A chill ran through her body.
That was almost her fate as well.
She could have been dead right now. The Zoldycks would have killed her, had it not been for Killua and Alluka.
She took her fingers to the tattoo on her wrist, tracing the lines to calm down. Everything is alright, you're okay, you're safe. It's just the last phase. You can do this, Medea. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes. A small smile appeared on her lips when she remembered a pair of shiny gray eyes.
Kurapika...
Three weeks had passed since their arrival in the Republic of Mimbo. Three weeks since they had parted ways. Time passed so slowly without him by her side. At times, she had the feeling her life was an endless cycle of boredom. All she did was wait for the moment that Kurapika would be available to talk so she could finally hear his voice again.
She had grown quite fond of him over the past few months and, although it was something that made her nervous, it was somewhat fun to live such a common, mundane situation. It was a relief to see that she, too, could experience what most people did. That she could be, to some extent, normal.
It was comforting.
However, now that she was in Ileack, nothing mattered besides her goal. Medea would do everything in her power to become the newest Minor Priestess.
Her white satin robe was a cloud of smoke against her skin as she shifted her weight to her other leg and the wind blew against her. Medea fidgeted and cracked her knuckles. The wait made her feel sick, or maybe it was the ritualistic drink they had given her.
A few members of the clergy were adding the final details to the ornamentation around the garden, where tall, shrubby trees separated the Great Temple from the dark forest surrounding it. This garden was always so eerie. Medea never liked it, there was always a heavy feeling in her chest whenever she stepped foot on it. It was odd. Maybe it was due to the proximity to the forest and the memories that came with it.
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