Shackles of faith

Merindale's eyelids fluttered, battling the weight of slumber, as her mind groggily began to piece together the fragmented memories.

Her thoughts spiraled in a dizzying whirlwind, voices echoing in her mind.

"Where... am I” She murmured as she gradually awakened, her senses swimming hazily.

She tried to touch her head because it hurt badly. But her hands weighed down with the weight of the shackles that seemed to be made with light.

Merindale tugged at them realizing that she was a captive.

But with every tug, those fragile looking shackles became heavier by the seconds.

Merindale immediately gave up because she understood that she was making it worse.

Her predatory senses kicked in and her eyes began to search for a way out.

It took some time for her to adjust her gaze to the overwhelming light condition in the Celestial Realm. She shifted her weight and tried to sit up but she could only position herself on her knees. Her body felt exceptionally lightweight.

She could almost