Game Of Survival |18+|
Her name is Seraphina.. and this is where her story begins.
She was only fifteen years old, with dark brown curly hair that framed her face naturally, as if it had never known strict hands or careful combing. Her wide blue eyes reflected the night sky itself-clear, innocent, and unaware of the cruelty of the world.
Seraphina lived in a quiet rural village surrounded by green fields, open skies and her loved ones.
She was the daughter of the village priest, Father Matthias.
Her life was simple.
She tended sheep and cattle with her brother and friends, ran barefoot through the grass, and laughed freely-never knowing how fragile happiness truly was.
Until that black day came.
That morning seemed peaceful. The church bells rang, candles flickered, and the stone church filled with villagers.
Seraphina sat in the pews among the women and children, watching her father as he delivered his sermon.
Then suddenly-
The church doors burst open with a boom.
People with black masks and obsidian blades-Resan raiders-stormed inside like a violent wind, swords gleaming, faces hardened by war and cruelty. Screams shattered the holy silence. Blood stained the sacred floor as candles fell and shattered.
"Seraphina!"
She saw her mother reach for her as a man threw her over his shoulder.
She saw her father struck down before her eyes.
She saw blood spill where prayers had once been spoken.
She saw her parents bodies fall-never to rise again.
In that moment, something inside her broke forever.
She walked in a long line toward the unknown.
She was no longer the priest's daughter.
No longer the beloved village girl.
She was now a captive- a soul to be sold in the slave markets, where names were erased, lives were priced, and innocence was traded for gold.
And among thousands of enslaved girls.
No one knew that this small rural child would one day change the fate of an entire foreign kingdom.