by Lemon_Rider
"Nestore, did you just wake up... with that strange scream again?" asked Clarice Vescante, a graceful and talented young aristocrat. Nestore looked at her with the sentimental awkwardness of a middle-class. It took him a moment to remember. He and Clarice had just been killed, by a Paladin named Mordred van Ennersault. Nestore had returned to the past, understanding that the traumatic day would come again, six days from now. What he didn't expect was how much revenge would change, the longer he chased it.
