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. — A throne world. Uranus. An execution chamber built from polished chrome and glass. The Emperor watching from above. Joseph I the Bloody. Absolute Monarch of the American Empire. Her emperor. Her patient. Her judge. Her executioner. — Nine hundred ninety-nine years of life. Centuries of research. A lifetime spent unlocking the secrets of the Gifted Human project. Emitter types. Transformation types. Mutant types. Powers that could turn ordinary people Into kings. But only the wealthy were allowed to awaken. Only the elite. Only those born into the right bloodlines. — Nymera tried to change that. She tried to give the power to everyone. To the poor. To the workers. To the forgotten. To humanity itself. — The empire called it treason. The court called it rebellion. The Emperor called it class betrayal. — The blade fell. Her blood spilled across the sterile floor of Uranus. Executed. Erased. A traitor to the American Royal Family. — She died believing her fight had meant something. She died believing the future would remember her. She died believing justice mattered. — She was wrong again. — Then— A white room. A strange old man. A cosmic mistake. A god who dropped something into her universe and ruined her fate. — And suddenly— August May 5th, 1820. Britain. London. — She opened her eyes again. Not as the royal biologist of the 55th century. Not as Nymera Astrelle Vale the revolutionary. But as something else. Something wrong. Something the gods themselves did not intend. — Because somewhere in the heavens… A cosmic administrator was panicking. — “I didn’t mean to send her into that body.” — Britain does not know what has arrived. Kings do not know. Popes do not know. Empires do not know. — But history is about to change. Because Nymera Astrelle Vale has returned to life. And this time— There are no gifted humans. No futuristic empires. No advanced technology. No safety nets. — Only politics. Only survival. Only power. — And somewhere in Europe… A fate waits for her. A name history will curse. 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.