EUDAIMONIA || [t.m. riddle]

❝d o y o u f e a r d e a t h?❞
❝n o t i f i t i s b y y o u r h a n d s❞

1946 London. Anahera woke up with nothing but the memories of a ghost and a piece of her soul fractured. And a golden ring carrying a symbol etched in darkness. Repetition came naturally, a simple way of life all of humanity has learned to master to quell the tumultuous unrest of the world. But repetition would cease the second it is shattered.

There were those who claimed her as family and those who melted with passing shadows in alleyways. The truth she chased so desperately all seemed to stop at the feet of one man. He had beckoning answers sealed behind his dark eyes and poisoned lies on his velvet lips. His silent presence was all it took to shackle her to darkness.

One word from him and she already felt it in her bones. The way he addressed her with more familiarity than she knew herself, and spoke to her with such contempt and conflict in his gaze. From the first moment her shoulder brushed his under the dim lamps of Diagon Alley, his twisted words were her only truth. In a forgotten time when war was a mere flicker of mention.

She knew him... once. A boy named Tom Riddle.