Dracwa Chronicles

Dracwa Chronicles

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Parts 16

Ongoing3h 24m

Last published Fri, Jun 24, 2022

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"She was breathing heavily, the world was spinning so fast, too fast, it wouldn't stop spinning! Nooo, she thought, this is not how I go out, this is not the end. It can't be. There was an icy line of pain as a knife was dragged across her cheek and eye. It felt as if her head were being torn in half, so she did the only thing that was left to do, she screamed. It was a shrill horrid sound like a banshee that made everyone around them cover their ears and go temporarily deaf as she tried desperately to escape. The men who had been holding her still held on to her, apparently unphased. Before the world went black, the last thing she remembered was the words that Will had repeated to her long ago, time and time again. Regret nothing. Feel nothing. Bow to no one..." Grace Dracwa wakes up one day in a forest with no memories at all. The only thing she knows is that she was in danger, a strange girl was telling her impossible things, and that she had no clue how she got there. Grace soon learns that she's in Nowhere, and she's not alone. Within Nowhere, the prison forest with the Barrier looming in the distance, there are hundreds of girls with extraordinary abilities. But Grace? Little does she know that she's the most powerful of them all. Little does she know that she will be the one to save them all.

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