A deep, unforgettable moment.
Thickness of blood that runs in the veins, a liquid in a blacken color.
Only the Black Order, can do as such, inject as such.
A rushing wave of terror, minds which can not forget such pain.
Only they, Black Order, can inflict so much pain into the body of a young child. Training them to be weapons.
The world fell, 2 decades ago, in the form of the wrath of the gods whom stayed quiet till the Black Orders presence.
Not only was it all painful, memories seeped into her head, during one of her outings. Memories of another life, a peaceful and mundane life. She was just a normal person, reading a book.
Only recognizing it after the previous memories merged to be one. Ethan, the man who is a male lead to this world from the book. The man whom swapped places with her in moments notice.
Although taken aback, she regained posture, only because of the training from Black Order.
'And this is how I miraculously die! Just by doing a fucking job by the one and only Black Order!' She thought, her pure white hair flowed in the winds.
Her target is none other than Ethan, due to his refusal of joining it 5 years ago. He would've been within the organization had it not been for Xena.
'Fucking hell, once I fucking get out of this damned cursed hell hole, I'll murder that man!'
She landed on top of a building, an old decapitated office building that is being covered by dead bushes then live one's. Lack of water being noticed.
'Can't fucking speak either cause of the punishments. At least I can bad mouth and curse at them in my head!'
She internally laughed, though her face was blank the entire time. She stretched as she started to head back to her resting area, she could only report back once Ethan is dead.
But that wasn't her plan, nor her true goal.
'First things first, find him before he finds me. He basically despises me. After all, he is a regressor. I constantly killed him over and over again till his 80th try.'
She shivers at the thought of what could happen. Given a new life, of course she'll take the chances to stay alive but be freed from Black Order.
She sat down at a small finished campfire, her clothes barely kept her warm during the icy cold nights. Only the top portion truly did but the bottom? It's just a short with the jacket reaching to her ankles.
She started the fire instantly with a snap of her finger, placing new wood or materials to keep it going. She can't sleep, nor eat and drink.
'Fucking bastards! Ruining my body just because you needed weapons. Once I am free, they're all dead either way. I only got what I needed from them.'
She proudly stated leaning back, her hair was spread out on the floor, despite it being dirty, the dirty never got into her hair. It reached to her ankles, she didn't bother cutting it since 7 years old.
She just wanted to be free. Free from the Black Orders grasps. Free in the terms of... what exactly? What would she do once truly free?
Her mind was searching for an answer yet nothing came up, sure she wanted to be free but what else did she want? A sinking feeling in her heart appeared, used to not feeling anything, she was surprised.
What is that makes her heart so hurtful?
Why is there a fragmented memory of a man with wine red hair?
Questions pilled up before she took a breathe in, she controlled her emotions once again.
'Who exactly are you? Why do you always appear in my memories?'
She grumbled a bit, before just focusing on the fire before her. The night will be a long one just as the scorching day.