"In the grand tapestry of tales, heroes, villains, and even clowns have their stories woven in. But why should the narrative of the outcast be silenced? Don't they deserve to be heard, to have their voices echo through the ages? The rebels of Salem, fed to the dust, cry out for justice.
Yet, one survived, and one bore the curse. The accursed one, a testament to the power of resilience, demands to be heard. Their story, a beacon of hope, whispers tales of courage in the face of adversity.
Let us listen, for in the shadows, lies a truth waiting to be set free."
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Sierra ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her heart racing with every step. She clutched her precious bundle tightly, her son's blue eyes gazing up at her with innocent trust. Her only hope.
Though she had escaped from her world, Sierra feared those shadows had followed her here. She didn't know when she would finally encounter inhabitants.
As she emerged from the woods, a carriage came into view, its hooves pounding the earth.
"Please help me!" Sierra cried, waving her free hand at the coachman.
A gruff voice from inside the carriage called out,
"Stop the carriage!"
Sierra's gaze met the muscular man's, his gold rings glinting with the moonlight's assistance. She knew she shouldn't trust anyone, not after her family's betrayal, but desperation drove her forward.
"Please, sir, I have nowhere to go," she said, her voice trembling.
The man's gaze darkened as he took in her son, and his suggestion was laced with ulterior motives.
"You'll do anything to survive, won't you, damsel?"
Sierra's determination surprised even herself.
"I'll do anything to keep my son safe."
The man's eyes lingered on her red hair and bold blue eyes, her youthful appearance belied by her fierce determination. He offered her a place as his mistress, with one condition: her son would be safe but must not come between them. Women of her status in this strange new world had no resources to survive alone, she was poor. Sierra had no choice.
Thus began her tumultuous journey as the man's mistress, a role she detested.
An unknown entity watched in anguish from the deepest tortures of hell, the things she had to go through, waiting for the time he would finally break free.
But time was a tricky attribute. The world around her began to change and with this change, she faded into dust. Lords and dukes giving way to CEOs and officials.
The government gradually civilized, and a group of college students found themselves entwined with the thrilling mystery of a past they didn't exist. While still in the current world, tasked with fulfilling an ancient legend connected to that same past.
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