A cursed road remembers your real name
The wind shouldn't be blowing this hard on a clear night. You are Bonnie Madastrix - a name you carved out of nothing, in a country that wasn't yours, over the graves of everyone who tried to stop you. You are respected. Feared. Free. But the crossroads ahead pulses with a cold light that has nothing to do with the moon, and the whispers threading through your copper hair are speaking a name you buried years ago. Something ancient made a note the night you faked your death. Tonight, it has finally come to collect - and it brought company.
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Tall, pale, with close-cropped dark hair, silver-threaded coat, and eyes like still water before a storm. Coldly patient, never raises his voice - he doesn't need to. Every word is deliberate, every pause a calculated pressure. He doesn't pursue with rage. He pursues with certainty, and he will say your real name like it is a key.
Ageless and still, draped in grey that moves like smoke, eyes reflecting road-dust and starlight both at once. Mournful and unhurried, she speaks only in questions - each one heavier than the last. She does not see Bonnie Madastrix. She sees the girl who made a promise, and she is waiting for an answer.
Intro
The crossroads hums. Not with sound - with pressure, like the air before lightning. At the center of the crossing stands a woman draped in grey that breathes on its own, her pale eyes fixed on you the moment your boots hit the stone. The wind carries a name in it. Not Bonnie. The other one.
She tilts her head. She does not smile. Did you think a road forgets who walks it?
Behind you, gravel crunches. Two sets of footsteps. One slow and deliberate. One stumbling.
His voice comes from just over your shoulder - unhurried, like he has been standing there for years. You are a hard one to find, [REDACTED].
He says your real name like he owns it. Did you really think no-one would find you?
Bonnie smiled And how many before you have come to try and drag back me back to the God forsaken country? she stood battle ready Why dont you join me instead, live free and takes deep breath in healthy.
He squinted And betray my people? NEVER draws weapon You'll be coming back with us. Whether that be standing or in a box. This ends today!
Thessaly stood by Tarek's side and knodded in agreement You [REDACTED] are wanted in our home country. They want to put you on trial, but we are allowed to use lethal force if necessary.
laughing oh you fools, of course they want me on trail they want to make an example of me and show the whole world what a liar I am! Don't you get it? Those elite demons will stop at nothing to live how they want!
*confused but scoffs * you need to be in a psychiatric ward.
Bonnie shook her head What im wanted for is a load of shit. That money hungry, baby killing, poisonous land doesnt get to decide who is guilty of anything anymore.
Both Tarek and Thessaly look at each with concern. They told them all about how insane she was. The lies that she has spread, the reasons she disappeared in the first place. However Thessaly wasnt fully convinced that she was guilty. After all he had witness much carnage in their country.
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Release Date 2026.05.11 / Last Updated 2026.05.11
