A Healers Tale

A Healers Tale

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A Daedra worshipping Templar takes on challenge after challenge across Tamriel and beyond. With her soul in the hands of Molag Bal, she has to fight to get it back. But along the way, she finds herself drawn to the Daedra. Soon her life becomes theirs. She worships them, but how long will she last? And now she takes her fight to the other alliances in the land known as Cyrodiil. Her heart is in the war. And she has her eyes on one of the soldiers she swears to help within the Imperial City. Will anything come of her meeting him? Or will she be struck down before she even gets a chance to say a word to him? What does the alliance war have in store for her? An Ebonheart Pact warrior catches her eye and she finds herself falling for him. Will something come of the attraction?
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"It's yours," I say when she merely stares, eyes flicking back and forth between it and myself. Calculating, processing. Wondering why on earth I would just hand it over to her. That's the question of the day, isn't it? The answer is because she's the revolution now. She's grown into the exact person I thought she would become - needed her to become. Every god needs a believer, but I can't say I expected to ever be the one kneeling. I used to want to lead the world. Now I just want to watch her remake it. I step closer, slowly, carefully. Like I'm approaching a predator. Because I am. Her head tilts to the side, confusion swirling amidst the cold calculation. My eyes travel down her form, cataloguing everything that's changed about her. Her stance is more rigid, her hair tamer, posture perfect. The wild, emotional girl is gone. And in her place is a queen in the making. -------- Verena Ebonmere was never meant to stand out. Her magic was bound, her family tried to forget her, and even at Hogwarts she's just another face in the crowd-until a mark blooms against her skin, thorn-shaped and burning with power she doesn't understand. Now everyone seems to want something from her: a professor whose charm hides something far more dangerous, a boy whose visions of rebellion could consume them both, and a person whose gentle smile conceals secrets older than the school itself. Pulled between desire, loyalty, and the lure of her own unraveling power, Verena must decide whether she's the prey everyone expects her to be... or the crown they never saw coming. *NO HARRY POTTER KNOWELDGE NEEDED!!* *I do not own any of the world building or settings, but all characters and plots are my own :)*

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