I stand in the shadows, surrounded by people I barely know. Their faces are blurry in the dim light, but their eyes are on me, expecting something. They look at me like I'm some hero from a legend—their savior, their weapon. But I'm not their weapon. Not anymore.
My heart beats hard, steady, a constant reminder of what I've chosen, of the path I'm walking. I tighten my grip on the dagger, its cold edge pressing into my skin. It feels solid, real, but there's no comfort in it. It's just a reminder. A reminder of the screams I couldn't stop, the blood I couldn't save, and the faces I'll never see again.
This isn't about grief. Grief won't help me now. It's about justice. About doing what no one else will. I take a breath and shove the memories down, where they can't touch me. Not now.
I step forward, my boots scuffing against the cavern floor. The light from the cave's entrance fades behind me, swallowed by the dark. The cold air sinks into my bones, but I welcome it. It keeps me sharp, focused. They won't escape this time.
The thoughts are always there, clawing at the edges of my mind—anger, pain, the endless need to set things right. But I push them back. I can't let them control me. Not yet. Rage without purpose is as useless as mercy.
I glance back at the cave, now just a shadow in the distance. The time is coming, closer with every heartbeat. And when it does, I'll be ready.
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The Poisoned Blade
RomanceBeneath the glittering facade of the royal palace lies a web of blood and betrayal. Serene has spent years sharpening herself into a weapon, her every thought consumed by vengeance against the ruthless general who destroyed her family. Her plan is s...
