Title: Legacy of Shadows
In a world torn apart by the remnants of a long-forgotten war between good and evil, the legacy of that fateful Blood Moon night looms large over humanity. Shadowhunters, the ancient protectors of the realm, fight tirelessly...
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Standing in front of me was a big temple. It was shattered into pieces. Once a place of worship and beauty, the temple now lies in ruins, its grandeur fading with the passage of time. The crumbling walls and scattered stones spoke of a history long forgotten—a story of glory turned to dust. Despite its current state, the temple still held an air of majesty, a testament to the strength and resilience of the ancient builders who had crafted it with such care.
I walked through the rocks, pausing only when I reached the meadows. It was dark, but I could see without light. The vivid hues of the flowers, combined with the chirping of the crickets, created a dramatic contrast to the desolation of the temple remains. As I made my way along the overgrown walk, I couldn't help but feel my heart wench hard. An unexpected breeze rustled the foliage above as I came to a standstill and glanced at the vertically dug stone. 'Ethan Juin', a name carved into the stone. There were two other graves in the row next to Ethan's. It contained 'Dew Fansol' and 'Madoc Crust'.
My teammates, whom I lost one week ago, are no longer alive; no one knows anything about them, and there is no way for me to go back in time and prevent this from happening. My recollections were vanished. I was unsure, but now that I've met the man in the forest, I can put the puzzle pieces back in their proper places. The voice that spoke back to us while we were fighting the wolves belonged to the same terrible spirit. I was in control of somebody else's. It made me a murderer. I killed my own teammates.
As the realization sank in, the weight of guilt and horror settled heavily on my shoulders. The man in the forest had deceived me and manipulated me into committing such heinous acts. I felt sick to my stomach as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. My hands trembled as the truth became clear: I was not in control of my own actions that fateful night. Tears streamed down my face as I grappled with the devastating truth that I was responsible for the deaths of my own teammates.
I felt wrath rising within me. It wasn't the first time I felt helpless, but it was definitely the first time I killed humans, particularly my teammates. I felt useless. I now see why my powers were limited. Why was I losing a fight with the wolf, and why was I suffering in the presence of the bad spirit? I clenched my hands and gritted my teeth, glaring nowhere in particular.
"Just why!" I punched the ground while yelling a loud cry. The trees beneath me trembled with the loss of their dry canopy. I was tormented by sorrow and guilt that I was unable to overcome. My shoulders began to ache from the weight of what I had done, a burden I wasn't sure I could handle. Instead of being their defender and savior, I had turned into their executioner.
In the deserted woodland, the sound of my own voice came back to me, serving as a sobering reminder of the havoc I had unleashed. I fell to my knees, defeated, and with tears running down my cheeks. I punched harder and harder as a hole was being produced, and cracks started to appear all around it. When I paused, I felt something, Wolf. My knuckles were bleeding as I hastily got up once my eyes and senses became alert.
