Chapter 2: Transmigration
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In a Land where Monsters and humans of different race and Species Lives with a deep resentment in their hearts, Both humans and Monsters were always at war it was expected.
Some Humans were made up of Half human - Half animal, that was their creation. Those whose animals fed on living things fed on them with no choice. Those who ate normal dishes did, it was their curse.
Those Humans that were created to feed on life forms, weren't made that way, they were cursed. In the year 1777, some students who were on a school trip came across a weird phenomenon.
The land they had gone to was called 'THE IMRANTS' it had a do not enter sign right at the entrance of the village but do people listen to warnings? They ran in causing a ruckus.
In this village, it was forbidden to run or make noise because that's when the 'Deacon' invades. The Deacon hates noise so the villagers forbade it. The Village King bought the land unknowing of the danger, Built a huge Village in it, he was someone who fancied partying so he built an Inn to his taste.
At first, The Deacon ignored the man till the village was almost filled with people then he struck. News of people missing, dead bodies hanging on trees, missing arms, heads, boiled humans by the river, dismantled figures, and so on. It got worse and what could be worse than that was the new targets being children and pregnant women.
The Deacon would curse the pregnant women making the curse take their effects instantly. A curse of miscarriage, stillbirth, normal pregnancy Turing into Lupus pregnancy, Ectopic pregnancy, Molar pregnancy. Sometimes The curse take effects on children, like Blindness, Lack of speech, bald eyebrows for life crippled legs and so much more.
Most people who had come to the village just for a drink and some fun night never got to see another day.
The kids ignoring the warning ran inside disrupting the peace of the land. They went everywhere till they reached the outskirts of the village where the "Deacon" lives. Anyone who had seen the Deacon never lived to see another day.
When they got to their destination they were graced with beauty. The air was fresh like they belonged to another world, the land was neat with different beautiful flowers planted all over the place, A house that stood as tall as skyscrapers beautiful and castle-like. It was painted in blue and gold a color befitting its image.
Right at the top of the said building were foggy figures moving around the house like ghosts haunting the house. The kids watched amazed thinking it was all some sort of magic show.
One of the kids had walked away towards the back of the building not informing his friends. All he wanted to do was to ease himself, once he got behind the house, he was met with another beautiful scene. A pool of hot water which looked perfect for the weather.
Forgetting his issue he dived into the water relaxing like he was in his father's house, eyes closed he enjoyed the comfort the water brought to his almost frozen muscles. Time passed by but he didn't notice, suddenly the water began to boil, it was getting hotter than usual.
The kid trashed in the water his legs burning, his temperature increased he kept trashing trying to find something to hold on to just to realize that he had been chained underneath the water, the water turned red with his blood, his skin floating on the surface of the blood dyed water.
The three other friends had been invited in when the door opened. They sat on the expensive sofa before a red drink was placed in front of them with three different courses in it. Unknowingly they drank it with smiles on their faces. They were the only three who lived the Deacon peacefully without obstacles or so they thought.
They arrived home with a curse worse than death because the next thing they could remember was nothing, they had no idea of what had transpired neither did they remember the curse they transferred to their Village.
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Deep into the mountain range Forrest a bloody figure could be seen every piece of clothing had been thorned off, the bloody figure had claw marks on the skin ankle had been broken from the fall. The figure rolled eyes blinking open to reveal blue iris.
"Fuckers! My head hurts!" she announced
Observing her surroundings, she could see that her scenery had changed, her clothes were torn apart, claw marks all over her delicate figure. Trying to stand up, she noticed her ankle was broken and swollen, she couldn't lift it nor move it.
{I have to try, I've been through worse before! Come on Hope! Move those sexy legs!}
Dragging herself across the ground, she held the tree nearest to her tightly her nails digging into the bark she used it as support pulling herself up with her still perfectly walking leg she stood before adjusting her left injured leg into a standing position she leaned against the tree out of breath.
{What sort of twist is this? What the heck is going on?}
{Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here?}
Questions upon questions with no one to answer. Confusion and numbness was her only feeling. She wanted out already. Her head felt heavy like they placed Thor's Hammer on her head. Her memories weren't clear so for now she just has to wait and maybe hopefully someone or her memory could indicate where she was.
The only memory she had was that of her watching Sophia-The-First before everything went blank. So what had she missed?
Before she could get deeper in thoughts, she felt the ground vibrate... Stomping sounds were heard before she saw what made her finally lose her mind.
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