The Silent Heir

How far can a broken soul endure? Emma La Larum was a champion, beings that can bring entire armies to their knees. She was the dread that the brave feared, the nightmare that the monsters hid from, and the bane of entire legions. She was nothing more but a weapon in flesh. But beneath her bloody craft, she was once a girl who sought nothing more but the warmth of family. A warmth she was denied of even in her death. When death finally came, Emma welcomes it with open arms. But to her distraught, even death had denied her, waking up to her youthful days. Although her body was hale and pure once more, her mind teeters on the edge of oblivion. Broken and half mad, Emma abandoned her name and family in hopes of finding refuge from the horrors of war, yet it's shadow could never leave her alone.  The Silent Heir explores the psychological damage and trauma a person would have if they were reincarnated. Everything up to that point will be remembered. Good and bad memories alike. Unfortunately for this story, the memories that can be count as one are limited. It also tries to tell a story what a ptsd might look like for a soldier after their death should the memory persists. I am in no way experienced anything this level of experiences, but I will do my best in writing them justly.               This is my first work, please do forgive the wrong grammars as English is not my first language. I don't think I need to say this but please do not copy my work         Credits to the proper artist of the photo, @NoelleAnn397, thank you so much for the cover and for doing it for free. (Please check her work guys, a real mvp for a potato like me who can't draw or edit shit.) For my wattpad readers, hello! This is still me. Thank you for supporting throughout this entire time. I'll keep updating in wattpad so you don't have to worry of me abandoning it!