"π¨ππ ππππ ππ πππ ππ ππππ ππ πππ π π ππππ ππππππ π π ππππ." - π¬π πππ π¨ππππ π·ππ
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After working months at the Preservation of Haunted Antiques, Teresa begins to experience reoccurring nightmares---from stuck in dark rooms to being unable to outrun whatever was chasing her, but this dream was different.
She died.
Everyone died.
Teresa must now make a slightly rash decision that will impact her future, but is it worth it? This night, this dream, will change her for better, or worst.
This dream is her premonition.
He had been awakened after a hundred years, destined to save the land like his ancestors did before. His written fate is accurate; he is to wake up with no memories of whatever happened before he had fallen to a slumber.
What if..
He had them in the first place?
But a different memory?
The blue garbed Hero had awoken with tear stricken eyes, voices had rung and filled his hearing. Desperate cries of his ancestors. Wishing for a single thing that the Goddesses didn't give them despite their prayers and their heartbreaking pleas.
All had suffered so badly, they didn't want him to go through the same pain.