@reikaria
The telltale sounds of feet against the marble floors of her palace made her head snap up from her writing. Anastasia usually didn’t get visitors. Ironically, it seemed people forgot about the one who embodies memory. It didn’t disturb her much; it allowed her to work in peace.
Placing her pen down, the raven-haired female stood up and exited her room. It didn’t take long for her to see the intruder; a handsome man with a sword that gleamed like the rays of the sun.
She knew who this was. While the other reincarnations might have forgotten most of their past, she didn’t. And she could recognize this impressive aura anywhere.
“I was wondering when we would meet again Zeus.”












