The Mordred

Nymera Astrelle Vale. Royal Biologist. Scientist. Rebel. A woman who lived nine centuries longer than most humans could dream. She believed knowledge should belong to everyone. She believed power should not belong only to the rich. She believed humanity could evolve together. She was wrong. — In the 55th century, humanity ruled the stars. But power belonged only to the elite. Only the wealthy could awaken as Gifted Humans — beings with abilities capable of turning ordinary people into kings. Emitter types. Transformation types. Mutant types. Nymera spent centuries unlocking their secrets. And then she tried to give that power to everyone. The empire called it treason. — On the throne world Uranus, beneath the gaze of the emperor himself— Joseph I the Bloody. Absolute Monarch of the American Empire. Her emperor. Her patient. Her judge. Her executioner. The blade fell. Nymera Astrelle Vale was executed as a traitor to the crown. — She died believing her fight had meant something. She was wrong again. — Then— A white room. A confused cosmic administrator. A divine mistake. And a soul sent somewhere it was never meant to go. — May 5th, 1820. London. — Nymera opens her eyes again. Not as the revolutionary scientist of the future. But in the body of someone else. Someone history will remember as a monster. — Because somewhere in Europe… A name waits for her. A destiny written in betrayal. — Mordred. — In her first life, she tried to save the world. In this one? She might destroy it. ----------------------------------------- Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.