To Defy The Shackles Of My Cursed Fate

She ignores the anxiety that tears through her veins and scrubs her hands over her face, futilely trying to dispel her nerves and wipe the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

She bites down on her bottom lip. Heaving out a breath, chest tightening she chokes out-

"I don't want to see them die again." She confesses her biggest fear. She was back in the past. She was twelve again. She was going to have to live through all of that again.

The sage hums.

"Then don't let them die."
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