Rachel dashed to the fields, tears trickling down her face. This hadn’t been the first time this happened. But how many more times was she gonna get her heart broken?
She reached the standing stones. The ones that have always been there for her. People came and people left, some of them scarring her for life. In times of such desolate darkness, these stones provided her a sense of comfort. A rock to lean on and cry, sometimes that’s all one needed.
But today, of course, was not going to be like the other days. When the first tear drop of hers touched the rock, it shivered and started to undulate, slowly at first and then vigorously. A deep rumble filled her ears and she backed away in fear. For a moment she wondered if she was hallucinating, but then a bright light appeared at the center of the rock and filled her vision, blinding her. When she could see again, in place of the rock there was now a man. He was young, probably late twenties, and didn’t look like he belonged in this timeline. His attire suggested medieval Greece.
“Thank you for breaking the curse, my lady!!” was the first thing he said.
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