The Weeping Monk X OC
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Alwyn is a practicing healer for the fey village known as Calahary. Her mentor Keallos has dedicated his life to raising her, hoping that she would one day take his place. Unfortunately, Keallos never made it to retirement.
Without warning, the Red Paladins attacked her peaceful village. They burned her home and killed everyone they could find. Alwyn narrowly escapes their grasp, fleeing into the woods with her closest friend, Bella.
The Weeping Monk goes after her, intent on hunting her down for the church, but what he finds is not the version of a fey he had been taught to hate. Her selfless actions bring him to question all that he knows.
Will he come to trust her?
Will she ever be able to forgive his cruel past?
Will they unite against the church, or will the conflict of their worlds turn them against each other in the end?"
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P.S. there will be Cursed spoilers within this story, so only read if you have fully finished season one.
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