MAD END'S DECEPTION
Through tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure emerge—a man walking toward her, the fire parting in his wake. His eyes and claws gleamed gold in the firelight, and black and gilded scales covered his face and body, reminiscent of a serpent. But something more specific hovered at the tip of her tongue.
His beastly form slowly faded, leaving a beautiful man with warm skin and firm flesh behind.
“Help me,” she croaked. “I don't remember…”
“Anything?” the stranger asked, his voice deep and ominous.
“Only my name. Araheen,” she whispered, her lips trembling.“What happened to me? What is this place?”
“You fell behind the Mad End's Wall.”
A shadow of a smile crossed the stranger's lips, though it was far from reassuring. Before she could dwell on it, he slid his powerful arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly as though she weighed nothing at all.
“Who are you?” she asked, feeling small in his grasp.
He studied her with an enigmatic gaze before replying, I'm Gildeon.” A pause.“Your husband.”
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