The young girl woke up in a hospital bed. Wires lodged all throughout her body. The walls were so white that they almost blinded her. At first, she didn’t realize where exactly she was, but upon seeing the machines all around her, she immediately knew where it was. It was the same room the people in white coats took her siblings when their condition grew worse when they’re ill. That’s all she knew. She panicked, frantically looking around her surroundings, worried about the fate of her other siblings, but no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find them. “You’re awake,” a gentle voice of a woman was the first sound she heard. A woman dressed in a lavish fuschia dress with white fur suddenly emerged from the foot of her bed to her side near the machine. Ash lifted her eyes slowly, clenching her jaw slowly at the person before her. “Who’re you?” “My name is Rose.” the woman introduced to her, then sat on the space beside her bed, “And you are Anastachya Vasiliev. Daughter of Yulia

The crowd roared as Ash made her way to the center of the fighting ring. She was just a kid, but she was already an expert fighter, having killed several adult men who had dared to challenge her. Her reputation preceded her, and many in the crowd were both afraid and awestruck by her prowess.But Ash didn't care about their fear or admiration. She was here to win, to prove that she was the best. And as she stood in the center of the ring, she focused all her attention on her opponent, a burly man with bulging muscles and a confident smirk.The man charged at her, throwing a punch that Ash dodged with ease. She countered with a swift kick to his chest, knocking him back several steps. The crowd gasped, impressed by her agility and speed.But the man wasn't deterred. He came at her again, this time with a flurry of punches and kicks that Ash deftly evaded. She waited for the right moment, and then struck him with a powerful blow that sent him crashing to the ground.The crowd erupted int

In the heart of a bustling city stood a small, modest building that was home to a group of children who had been left without parents. It was an orphanage, a place where these young souls sought refuge from a world that had abandoned them. The building was surrounded by a lush garden that the children tended to, with bright flowers and leafy trees that provided a sense of calm and tranquility amidst the chaos of the city. Inside, the rooms were simple but cozy, filled with bunk beds and personal belongings that gave each child a sense of belonging. The children themselves were a lively bunch, with bright eyes and infectious laughter that filled the halls. Some were shy and withdrawn, while others were boisterous and outgoing, but they all shared a bond that went beyond blood or heritage. They were a family, united by their shared experiences and the love and care of the staff who looked after them. Amongst these children was one named Damien. As Damien walked around the orp

Damien made his way toward the graveyard where his parents were laid to rest. As he approached their graves, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the field of headstones. He sat down in front of their graves, feeling the cool grass beneath him."Mom, Dad," he began softly, "I know you're not here to answer me, but I need your advice." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Tyrion, our son, has been kidnapped by Mikhail. I'm scared that things might not go as planned during the rescue. I don't know what to do."As he spoke, Ash watched from a nearby corner. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes, but she also saw his strength and determination. She believed in him, even if he didn't believe in himself.Damien continued to talk to his parent's graves, pouring out his heart to them. He shared his worries, his fears, and his hopes for the future. He talked about his love for Ash and their family, and how he was willing to

Damien tried to ignore the pain in his body as he was thrown into a dark, damp room. He could feel blood trickling down his face from the blows he had received. It was only when the door slammed shut that he realized he was alone with his captors.He could hear footsteps approaching and braced himself for the worst. The door creaked open and in walked Mikhail, a twisted smile on his face."Well, well, well. Look who we have here," Mikhail said, mockingly. "The great Damien, reduced to a bloody mess."Damien gritted his teeth, not wanting to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him in pain."What do you want from me, Mikhail?" Damien asked, his voice hoarse.Mikhail laughed. "Want? I already have what I want. Your family is in shambles, and now you're here, helpless."Damien's mind raced, thinking of a way out of this situation. He couldn't let Mikhail win."You know, Mikhail, you and I can be in-laws. Think about Ash, your daughter. Think about your grandson. Do you really want t