𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, a myth passed among many generations. From the early ages of exploration to the early 1800, was known to be a myth. After all, no woman would be able to hold such power without having a man beside her. However, lurking in...
𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, Renee felt fatigued. Her eyes were droopy, head spun at every fast turn. It was surely the aftershock of the breaking of the curse, the lingering bitter aftertaste caused by the acidic shift in nature.
Passerbyers looked at the girl in worry as she limped by them. It was only a matter of time before she would grow irritated with these stares so she decided to take the shortcut. She turns into an isolated alleyway that leads to the backroad towards the Salvatore Boardinghouse.
