Luna Davenhart felt the weight of her past like a shadow clinging to her, twisting her memories into a tapestry of loss and betrayal. Once, her life resembled a delicate masterpiece; unique, vibrant, and imperfectly beautiful. But the meddling of others had unraveled its threads, leaving behind a frayed existence that she could no longer recognize. The things they messed up for their own selfish interset. How they would regret what they have done, how they have provoked someone they shouldn't have.
Now, a fire burned within her chest, igniting a fierce resolve. She was determined to reclaim her narrative and to orchestrate the downfall of those who had dared to impose their will upon her life. This was not a matter of trivial grievances; it was a reckoning long overdue. The peace she had once owned was trampled on for greed. The lives lost and sacrificed. She will definitely get her revenge.
**C Country**
"It's hard to believe that after everything we've endured, I still find solace here, Amelia," Luna stated, her voice wrapped in both nostalgia and steely determination as she stepped out of the bustling airport, the familiar sights and sounds washing over her like a bittersweet wave.
She had just touched down, with plans to dive back into her demanding career, yet she reached out to her closest friend, seeking a moment of connection amid the chaos. She had always been her anchor when her life had been nothing but a storm.
"You're the bravest and courageous person I know. Just don't let those memories dredge up too much emotion. You've got over all the messy parts." Amelia replied, her voice bubbling with energy and warmth, a stark contrast to the dark days they had previously faced together.
"Honestly, it's a shame I'm stuck here while you're off living your dream. I could really use a shopping spree right about now!" Her laughter rang through the phone, a melody of camaraderie that lightened Luna's heart.
"It doesn't matter," Luna reassured, her tone calm yet laced with gratitude. "You've done more for me than you realize. I wouldn't be standing strong without your support—really. Thank you for everything." Her words were heartfelt, a tribute to the unwavering bond they shared.
"Please, you're too humble. You would have found your way to success even without my help. I have no doubt about your abilities. Just remember to have fun teaching those misguided souls the lesson they so richly deserve. And don't be so sweet, it's sickening. We have been friends for a long time. You bring like this makes me feel like I am an absolute stranger," Amelia added with a sly laugh.
She was well aware of Luna's fierce capabilities. Despite her stellar reputation as one of the most sought-after medical experts in the world, largely serving international patients, her resilience had never waned.
Amelia Franklin was not merely a friend to Luna; she was a lifeline. Together, they carved paths through obstacles that others deemed insurmountable. While the world had turned its back on Luna, it was with Amy that she had rebuilt her life and proved her worth. Now she may be standing at the top of the world, but it was only because of her.
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**S Hospital**
"Ma'am, your presence here is nothing short of a dream come true for us," Richard Fox, the hospital manager, exclaimed with palpable enthusiasm. The air in S Hospital buzzed with the excitement and apprehension of welcoming a medical legend. Dr. FT, as she was revered, possessed an uncanny ability to breathe life back into the seemingly hopeless. It felt surreal to him that she had chosen this hospital to share her talents. Just recently, a call about her interest had entered his ears like some extraordinary fantasy, a prank that he initially dismissed. But as she confirmed her willingness to join them, he found himself utterly astounded.
"I'm here for a specific purpose, Richard," Luna stated, her voice steady and firm, though it carried an undeniable edge. "I ask that you respect my need for privacy. I'm not here for fanfare—I wish to work discreetly, as a normal doctor, unless a case urgently calls for my involvement. I hope this isn't too much to ask; if it is, I'm prepared to seek opportunities elsewhere," she added, an implicit warning woven into her words. Richard felt the weight of her request settle like a rock in his stomach. Losing such a reputation would be catastrophic for the hospital.
"Rest assured, we will abide by your conditions, Doctor," he replied, overwhelmed yet relieved. The prospect of having Luna in their ranks was a fortune that he couldn't afford to squander.
She possessed a luminous complexion that contrasted with her rich, ebony hair flowing like silken threads. Lush black waves framed her face, accentuating her captivating eyes, which shimmered with both depth and wisdom. Her lips, a tempting shade of red, were perfectly balanced—not exaggerated yet undeniably inviting. Standing tall and slender, her physique spoke of dedication, though the hint of weariness betrayed the toll of travel and her prior health struggles.
"I trust the surgical unit can accommodate you, but if you favor another department, I'd gladly facilitate that switch," Richard offered, eager to ensure her comfort. In truth, he would be content as long as she graced their hospital with her presence; her unparalleled skills were invaluable, regardless of the department.
"I'm willing to work in the surgical unit," Luna responded, her brow slightly furrowed as she considered her options. "However, I would prefer a consultant role more often than being in the OR. There are many facets to my work that I enjoy, but truthfully, this position stirs my passion like no other." Her mind drifted to the familiar sights and sounds of surgery, the rhythm of life and death playing out before her. Luna Davenhart was poised to step back into the fray, ignited by purpose and fueled by a thirst for justice.
Now she had established herself in a world that forsake her once.
It was payback time.