Chapter 1: Shadows of death

The memories of that fateful day haunted Seraphina's dreams, etched into her mind like scars upon her soul. She was just a young girl when the crown prince's forces swept through her homeland, leaving destruction and despair in their wake. Among the rubble of her once-thriving village, Seraphina's world shattered irreparably.

She had been the eldest of three siblings, her younger brother and sister her constant companions in a world torn apart by war. They had laughed together, played together, and clung to each other in the darkest of times. But when the crown prince's armies descended upon their village, their laughter turned to screams, and their bond was severed by the cruel hand of fate.

Seraphina could still hear the echoes of her siblings' cries as they were torn from her grasp, their lives snuffed out in an instant by the merciless soldiers of the crown. She had watched helplessly as her brother fell, his innocent eyes pleading for salvation that would never come. And her sister... her sweet, gentle sister, silenced forever by the brutality of war.

In the aftermath of the massacre, Seraphina was left alone, her heart consumed by grief and rage. But amidst the ashes of her shattered dreams, a seed of vengeance took root, fueling her every thought and action. She swore an oath of retribution, vowing to avenge her siblings' deaths and to make the crown prince pay for his crimes.

Years passed, and Seraphina honed her skills, biding her time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She trained tirelessly, mastering the arts of combat and subterfuge, all the while nursing the flames of hatred that burned within her. And as news of the crown prince's impending visit to her city reached her ears, Seraphina knew that her moment had finally come.

With a steely resolve, Seraphina set her plan into motion, determined to make the crown prince suffer as she had suffered, to make him pay for the lives he had destroyed. For she knew that only through his downfall could she find the justice and closure she so desperately sought.

As she stood on the threshold of her destiny, Seraphina's heart beat with a fierce determination, her eyes ablaze with the fire of vengeance. The shadows of her past loomed large around her, but she refused to be consumed by them. For she was Seraphina, survivor of tragedy, bearer of a righteous fury that would not be quenched until justice was served.