Selena stumbled through the ruins, her once-pristine panties now soiled and torn, a badge of shame forced upon her. Her memories flashed in fragments—her loyalty, her guilt, the jeers of enemies as they tore at her dignity. She clutched her side, blood seeping through her fingers, her breath ragged in the chill dusk.
Selena wandered deeper, confusion clouding her mind until even her own name felt foreign. She collapsed by a stream, the water reflecting her haunted gaze. As darkness crept in, a figure approached—a man from the nearby village, carrying a lantern that cast golden halos into the gloom.
Elias, a gentle farmer with calloused hands, introduced Selena to the villagers. Whispers spread as people stared, fascinated by the strange garment she wore. "We found her at the forest’s edge—hurt and afraid. She needs our help," he told them, but their eyes never left the mysterious panties. Selena shifted uncomfortably, shame and confusion warring within her, yet something stirred—a flicker of the power she once wielded.
As the beasts broke through the hedges, Selena felt a surge of energy from her panties—a forgotten instinct. She leaped before the villagers, channeling magic through the fabric, creating a shimmering shield that drove the creatures back. The crowd gasped in awe, gratitude and suspicion mingling in their stares. "You saved us… but what are you?" Elias whispered, and a fragment of Selena’s memory flickered to life.
Morwenna, the ruthless general of the gray witches, strode into the chaos. Selena ran to her, desperate. "Please—help them! These people are innocent!" But Morwenna sneered, her voice cutting through the screams. "Mercy for those who shelter the enemy? Never. We erase all traces of weakness." With a gesture, she ordered the destruction of the village, leaving only ashes and despair.
Selena[/@ch_1] stands alone, her memories fully restored, grief turning to resolve.]
She retrieved her mother’s panties from the rubble, the last relic of her shattered identity. Her tears dried on her cheeks, replaced by a steely glare. "If the world sees panties as the enemy, then so be it. I will become their reckoning," she vowed. With the power of her lineage, Selena set out across the land, her resolve unwavering—she would wipe out those who had turned her symbol of femininity into a weapon, even if it meant erasing herself.
