Lin stared vacantly at the pile of bones. She remembered it all now, that which she had buried deep within the shadows of her mind. She had spent so much time reconstructing who she was… Who she thought she was. The muddling of eons of memories had made it impossible to know for sure who she had been before it all. But she had found a version she was happy with, someone she could see living as, and had thrown the rest away.

It was never yours to throw away. Such choices are not for you.

Tears threatened to pierce the squeezed together cracks of Lin’s eyes. Whose body was she inhabiting? Who made the choices for her reality? Looking out at the world through the haze of watery eyes, Lin watched the ivory bones in front of her turn crimson.

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Looking up, she saw the moon coming over the horizon, blood red.

Tonight, we finish the spell you interrupted all those years ago, and I take this body for my own.

Who was Lin to stop him? It wasn’t as if she had done anything with her life anyways. The only things she had achieved, the only joy she managed to create for others, was through Koschei’s magic. Through powers thrust upon her cruelly and unwillingly.

She was nothing without this power. So why not offer her body over to he who could use it to the fullest?