I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

In the dense forest behind the royal castle of the Empire of Light, chaos reigned as smoke curled through the charred air and flames flickered menacingly. Once vibrant trees now lay blackened, reduced to brittle skeletons of ash, while the acrid stench of burning wood permeated the air like a suffocating blanket.

Amidst the devastation, a lone figure stood—her silhouette both haunting and striking against the backdrop of smoldering embers. Courtney, once just a beautiful girl, had grown into something more, something otherworldly. Her long chestnut hair, tied neatly behind her, framed her face, though the fire's glow caught the strands, making them shimmer like molten gold.

Her deep brown eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a distant, hardened look. The passage of time and the weight of grief had carved a new persona into her delicate features—one of coldness.

She had always been beautiful, but over the past months, her physical transformation had made her even more breathtaking, an ethereal embodiment of power and grace. Her once-gentle curves had sharpened into something close to perfection, the kind that left those around her in awe and intimidation alike.

The nobles of the castle whispered of her beauty, her classmates noticed the change too, but no one more so than Jason. He couldn't help but regret every moment he hadn't pursued her back on Earth. She had once been within his reach, a girl he might have won over. But now, she seemed unattainable—her heart locked away behind an icy barrier no one could penetrate.

Jason had tried to rekindle the connection they once shared, tried to regain her affection, but it was futile. The Courtney he had known was gone, replaced by someone he no longer recognized. Her laughter had vanished, her smile a distant memory. Instead, her face remained stoic, her eyes reflecting a pain that none of her classmates dared to ask about.

She spent most of her days secluded, training relentlessly in the wilderness, pushing her body to its limits. The only people she ever spoke to were Sienna, Siara, and, occasionally, Aisha. Even then, her words were few, her conversations fleeting.

Her classmates had their suspicions about what had caused the drastic change in her. It didn't take long for them to connect the dots—her descent into silence had begun after the news of Nathan's death. When she learned of his passing, her reaction had been one of raw, unguarded grief.

Tears had streamed down her face, shocking those who saw her, for Courtney had never shown such vulnerability before. In that moment, the depth of her feelings for Nathan became evident, a love far beyond what anyone had suspected. She hadn't just cared for him as a classmate; she had loved him deeply, perhaps more than was healthy.

That love had scarred her, left her hollow, and now, it was as if a piece of her had died with him. The world had lost its light, and so had she.

Courtney lifted her gaze to the smoke-filled sky, her eyes glazed with fatigue, as though the weight of her existence was pressing down on her shoulders. The flames that had once roared now crackled softly, the fire reflecting the turmoil inside her. Nine months had passed, but they had brought no relief, no solace. She had continued to exist, but nothing had given her a reason to truly live.

Her thoughts drifted briefly to her parents back on Earth. Would she ever see them again? She doubted it. The idea seemed more like a distant dream, something from a past life she barely remembered.

But what haunted her most was the absence of Nathan. She couldn't imagine a future without him—couldn't see herself in this world without his presence beside her. Life had become a hollow echo of what it once was, and every passing day without him felt like another step toward oblivion.

Her chest tightened with the realization that nothing mattered anymore. Not the fire she wielded, not the power that coursed through her veins, not the attention she garnered from those around her.

Without Nathan, there was no longer a reason to keep going.

In the span of mere days, he had ensnared her heart completely, leaving her madly in love. Courtney still remembered that night—their first night together, when his warmth lingered on her skin, comforting and intimate. Yet, just as quickly as he had come into her life, he vanished, disappearing before she could even savor the memory of his touch.

Suddenly, a massive sphere of water appeared above her, shimmering in the dim light before bursting open, releasing a beautiful cascade of rain. The droplets fell softly, the rhythmic patter gradually extinguishing the fires that raged around her. But as the rain touched Courtney's skin, it vanished, evaporating in an instant from the intense heat radiating from her body.

She didn't need to turn around to know who was responsible.

"You should hold back a little, Courtney," came a soft voice from behind.

Approaching from the smoldering treeline was a striking figure—her classmate, Siara Parker. With her auburn hair and piercing blue eyes, she had grown into her own kind of beauty, one that rivaled even Courtney's. Siara was Nathan's younger stepsister, and while her demeanor had not hardened in the same way Courtney's had, Nathan's death had still left its mark on her.

Siara's transformation hadn't been as dramatic as Courtney's, but it was undeniable. Nathan's death had hit her harder than she had ever anticipated. It was as if she had lost not just her stepbrother, but a piece of herself along with him.

The pain had driven her away from Jason, her longtime crush, because every time she was near him, she would be reminded of Nathan—of the bond they had shared, and the gaping void his death had left behind. The weight of those memories was too much for her to bear along all regrets.

Siara studied Courtney for a moment. She had suspected for some time that there had been something more between Courtney and Nathan, their interactions too frequent and too intimate to be mere friendship. Her suspicions had been confirmed the day Nathan died, when she saw Courtney's tears—tears that flowed as freely as her own, if not more.

In that moment, Siara realized just how deeply Courtney had loved him. It was a love that mirrored her own grief, a sorrow that connected them. It was that shared pain that forged a strange kinship between them, much like the bond she felt with Aisha and Amelia, who had also mourned Nathan's loss deeply.

"I was worried about you," Siara admitted quietly. "Not just as a classmate, but because… well, I know how much Nathan meant to you."

Courtney turned her head slightly, acknowledging Siara's concern with a small nod. "Yes. Sorry," she murmured.

Siara took a step closer, her gaze steady but filled with empathy. "Courtney, you're already strong enough. You know that, right?"

In the past months, Courtney had grown stronger—so much stronger that she had risen to the ranks of the elites, despite possessing only an A-Ranked skill. Her abilities had accelerated beyond expectation, to the point where she could easily hold her own against those with S-Ranked or higher skills.

Since that night with Nathan, it was as if her very body had undergone a transformation, propelling her strength and speed to unnatural heights. She was now clearly stronger than Siara, despite them both sharing the same rank of abilities.

But Siara wasn't envious—far from it. She was worried.

Courtney's voice was low, almost resigned. "I know… but it's not enough."

Not enough to ease the rage burning inside her. Not enough to satisfy the unrelenting thirst for vengeance that consumed her every thought. She didn't know who had taken Nathan from her, but it didn't matter. When she found them, she would be ready. She would stake everything on that one final act of revenge.

Siara's face softened into a sad expression. She could see the storm brewing within Courtney, the same storm she saw in her older sister and in Aisha. The same obsession with revenge that was slowly eating them all alive.

"And after you've taken your revenge," Siara asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "what will you do then?"

Courtney didn't answer. She stared at the ground, her lips pressed into a thin line. Because the truth was, she didn't know. She hadn't thought that far ahead. She didn't want to think that far ahead. The only thing keeping her moving, keeping her alive, was the thought of avenging Nathan.

Beyond that… there was nothing.

Siara sighed, shaking her head. "Please, rest," she urged softly.

Without waiting for a reply, Siara turned and walked away, leaving Courtney standing amidst the dying embers of the forest. She still had to check on Aisha, who was struggling even more than Courtney, and her older sister, whose obsession had become the most dangerous of all.