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la·cu·na
/ləˈk(y)o͞onə/
noun
noun: lacuna;
plural noun: lacunae;
plural noun: lacunas
1. an unfilled space or interval; a gap.
2. a missing portion in a book or manuscript.
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Outside the Fold
My head pulsated with pain.
In fact, my whole body ached. Behind closed eyes, the sun bore harshly into me. I could hear people shouting, their words blurring into my muddled brain. But when the dull ache in my forearm roared to life, my eyes snapped open.
"Saints," I hiss, a shadow coming into view.
Forcing myself to sit up, my eyes focus on the figure before me. It was a young woman, maybe a few years older than me. She wore a red kefta, telling me she's Grisha. "W-What happened?" I stuttered out, my voice wavering.
Suddenly, a barrage of memories flooded my head, and my eyes widen in alarm, "My sister! Where is she?" I interrogated, going to push myself up with right my arm only to be stopped abruptly.
"Woah," she uttered, gently grabbing my wrist as pain shot up my arm, "You've got a 2nd degree burn there."
I glance down at my arm, my face contorting with a mixture of pain and disgust.
My forearm was covered with peeling and blistering skin. Her hand hovered over the skin, a strange tingling sensation enveloping my arm. I watched with awe as the skin evened out, and I was overcome with the strong desire to scratch my arm.
Thankfully, it faded after a couple of seconds, and my arm was free of any burns.
I gently pull my arm back as I get to my feet, "My sister, her name is Alina Starkov. Is she okay?"
The young lady nodded her head, and before I could ask her about how Mal was, a voice interjected. "Bring her to the general's tent," another girl said, and I recognized her as one of the Squaller's that were on board.
"What?" I mutter as the healer took me by the arm.
She pulled me off the skiff silently, ignoring my questions. "Where are you taking me?" I questioned.
As we set foot on the ground, she called two men over, talking to them in hushed voices. They were the general's personal guard, the Oprichniki. They had guns strapped to their backs. I swallowed dryly, my throat raw.
"Listen, I need to find my sister, so I'm just going to go," I said impatiently, brushing past them as I walked towards the tents.
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓 - Shadow and Bone/ Grisha series (ON HIATUS)
Fanfiction[MIX OF BOTH THE SHOW AND BOOKS!] Delmira Starkov was simply a mapmaker before crossing the Fold, infamous for its darkness that split the country of Ravka in two. She was the girl that did everything for her sister, her only family. But after being...
