The Huntress

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Summary

Half a century ago, a cataclysmic event unfolded that forever altered the fate of a nation—the purge of Terrasen and its numerous Kingdoms. Once a land of beauty and prosperity, Terrasen was plunged into darkness as unspeakable evil ravaged its borders. In the aftermath, survivors found themselves torn from their homes, enslaved by neighbouring Kingdoms, while others managed to escape, seeking refuge in hidden rebel camps. Despite their valiant efforts, no man possessed the power to fully eradicate the malevolence that had taken root within their beloved homeland. Well it was a good thing that she wasn’t a man.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
29
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Prologue

On the planet of Trelithan, high in the ancient boughs of the Terrasenian canopy, the Te'lan watched as the sky fractured with a blinding light. A shiver rippled through the vast network of leaves, a tremor that echoed through the heart of the forest. Their eyes, orbs of iridescent blue, widened in alarm.

From their vantage point, the Te'lan beheld the metallic behemoth that descended from the heavens. It landed with a thunderous crash, the earth beneath quivering in protest. In its wake, a trail of dust and debris settled, despoiling the once-pristine glade.

The Te'lan's ears quivered with unease, sensing the violation that had befallen their sacred realm. The harmonious balance of their world disrupted, he closed his eyes, reaching out through the roots of the ancient trees, seeking solace in the familiar cadence of the forest's heartbeat.

As the hours passed, the Te'lan watched with growing sorrow and apprehension. The interlopers emerged, encased in suits of foreign material, clashing with the natural palette of the Trelithan landscape. They moved with an air of purpose, the resonance of their footsteps an alien rhythm, out of step with the delicate pulse of the forest.

They set to work, machines belching fire and smoke, tearing at the verdant tapestry with ruthless efficiency. Trees, older than the oldest of Te'la n's memories, fell with a heart-wrenching groan, their ancient spirits silenced forever. The ground trembled with each impact, sending ripples of distress through the roots, a shared agony among the flora.

Te'lan's heart ached for his home, for the creatures that called this forest sanctuary, their songs of joy and sorrow silenced by the encroaching darkness. He whispered a prayer to the forest spirits, seeking solace and guidance in their wisdom.

As the days wore on, Te'lan and the other sentinels of the forest watched from the shadows, helpless witnesses to the desecration. The humans forged their path, their machines forging unnatural scars upon the land. Rivers were diverted, the sacred waterways disrupted, their crystal-clear flow sullied with the sediment of destruction.