She opened her eyes, it was dark she couldn't see anything.Y/n felt someone is staring at her. She felt a warm breath hitting on the side of her neck before she passed out again.
Who is it?
What will happen?
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Y/N opened her eyes, the weight of exhaustion still heavy on her body. This time, she found herself lying in an old bed, the rough, tattered blanket draped over her.
The room around her was equally ancient-stone walls cracked with age, a dim light filtering through the narrow window, casting shadows that danced on the worn wooden floor. The air smelled of dampness and dust, reminding her of places long forgotten by time.
She groaned softly, frustration bubbling up inside her. How many times had she blacked out, only to wake up in yet another unfamiliar place? Each time, it left her disoriented and drained, and she was beginning to feel sick from the constant cycle of unconsciousness and unsettling illusions that haunted her mind. Memories of battles, faces, and distorted landscapes flickered behind her eyelids, refusing to leave her in peace.
With a deep breath, Y/N pushed the blanket aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her muscles protested as she tried to stand, her legs trembling beneath her weight. She reached out instinctively, placing her hand on the cold stone wall beside her for support. The rough texture grounded her as she steadied herself, fighting off the dizziness that threatened to pull her back down.
Suddenly, a sharp clatter echoed through the room. She glanced down and realized something had fallen from her lap. It was the sword-the one she had taken from the cave. The blade shimmered faintly, its presence a reminder of the journey she had barely begun. Y/N bent down to pick it up, her fingers wrapping around the hilt as if it were an extension of her own body. The weight of it was familiar, comforting even, in a world that had become so uncertain.
Just as she straightened, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat. Her head snapped up, and her eyes locked onto an old man standing across the room. He wore a long white cloak, the fabric flowing around him like a shroud of mist. His face was lined with age, yet his eyes were sharp, gleaming with wisdom that only time could bring.
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as recognition dawned. It was the High Priest.
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"Ah, you're awake," he said, his voice calm but carrying the weight of expectation. "I've been waiting for you."
Y/N blinked, her mind racing. How had she come to this place? So the High priest already knew that she is coming?
"You have questions," the High Priest continued, as if reading her thoughts. He stepped closer, his white cloak trailing behind him like a ghost. "But answers will come in time. First, you must recover. The path ahead is dangerous, and the sword you carry is no ordinary weapon. You will need it more than you realize."
Y/N swallowed hard, clutching the sword tighter. The weight of his words settled in her chest, but despite the uncertainty, one thing was clear-her journey was far from over.
"But I don't have time." She whispered.
"I know, child. So, straight to the point?" He asked, and y/n nodded her head.
