She woke up in Exile, her arms and legs bound to the ground in chains, and with her arm still in excruciating pain. She stared down and saw that the wound had not been treated in any way. The bleeding had stopped but the wound was still gapingly open.
She felt strange. She felt weak. Vulnerable.
She felt something heavy sitting on her brow. She had a hunch on what it was. She tried to stretch out her mind, but it didn't work. She started panicking. She felt her fingers. There was no more twinkling energy in them. She slumped. They had taken all her powers away. Again. She sat there, shocked until reality hit her. Everyone hated her. She was now talentless. She was in Exile. No one was gonna care for her.
This was her world now.
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The Assassin of the Lost Cities
Fiksi PenggemarMisunderstood. Accused. Unloved. Disowned. Bitter Sophie Foster is tired of all this. She takes things in her own hands, and seeks revenge.She won't stop until all the blood is shed. A/N Sorry guys if you wanted Sophitz and Sokeefe fluff. If you wa...
