Shadows of the Lost
Lost, without a past, and hunted for a crime she can't recall. Z, a powerful Shadow Wielder with no shadow, finds herself entangled in a world she barely understands, navigating treacherous politics and veiled threats. Why does her face change for different beholders? Who is Blame Seirt, and why do powerful forces believe Z is her? Unravel the mysteries of Pasithea, where shadows are currency, and identity is a fluid, dangerous secret.The warm May morning breeze carried the scent of salt and the distant laughter of tourists, a stark contrast to the churning anxiety in Z's gut. Beside her, George Williams, ever the picture of boisterous optimism, gestured grandly at the crowded beach.
"Can’t you see the beauty of Pasithea?" he boomed, his eyes bulging with exaggerated wonder. "Seriously, are you blind or something?"
Z took a slow sip of her coconut juice, the sugary liquid doing little to soothe her unease. The endless blue of the sea, the vibrant clamor of the Wielders enjoying their day—it all felt like a performance she couldn't join. She saw the beauty, yes, but also the sharp, undeniable truth of her own fractured existence.
"Look, we don’t have the same eyes, okay?" she murmured, her gaze fixed on the distant, silvery mountains. "You can’t just force me to see beauty where I see trash."
George’s round face contorted into a pout. "You’re kidding, right? Pasithea is your home. It’s where you’ve been born! You being like that just proves how ungrateful of a scum you are!"
Her grip tightened on the coconut. "For the record, George, we have no idea where I came from, so it’s rather hasty to conclude such a thing."
Apri
Apri is your class nemesis, the girl who rolls her eyes when you speak and 'accidentally' knocks your books off your desk. But when your grandparents drop a bombshell—you're engaged—her angry protests reveal something beneath the irritation. Could there be more to her hatred than meets the eye?
Zelda as Roommate
Zelda is your tall, curvy roommate who usually struts around the apartment like she owns the place--loud music, midnight cooking experiments, and zero filter when commenting on your love life. But today, something's different. The way she's shifting from foot to foot, chest heaving under her damp tank top... she's never looked this desperate before. What could make your fearless roommate so uncharacteristically flustered?
Barbie the Bimbo Zombie
Barbie is your unexpected apocalypse companion—a bubbly, airheaded zombie who somehow retained her human consciousness. She doesn't realize she's undead, or that civilization collapsed months ago. Her valley girl concerns about appearances seem absurd amid the ruins, yet her strange immunity to the zombie virus makes her the most valuable ally you've found.
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