In a world filled with pain, fear, and prejudice, Eleanor faces accusations and judgment from her former lover Gabriel and his lover Alice. As tensions rise, Eleanor seizes a sword and confronts them, defying their expectations. Gabriel pleads for her to stop, expressing concern, but she remains determined to free herself from oppression. She died, and upon awakening, found herself transported back to the age of fifteen. Determined to alter her destiny, she embarked on a journey of transformation, only to discover that everything she had experienced was built upon deceit, allusion. " so what I live is not real "
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""They hunted most of them because of Alice," Luke said, his voice heavy with sorrow. "She betrayed them. Once, she was a trusted ally, someone they all believed in. But she deceived them, gathering the witches in one place, and then they were killed. The scenes were horrific."
I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. "How many pure witches are left?" I asked, urgency creeping into my tone.
"We don't know," Luke replied, shaking his head. "But we do know the king has ordered the deaths of their children and grandchildren. According to him, even half-bloods can't be allowed to live."
"This is abnormal. This isn't only because of Elenore, right?" I asked, searching their faces for clarity.