All he could feel was the blessed warmth of sleep washing over him like gentle, foaming waves of the ocean. He had recalled being held upright, almost as if someone had been restraining him, keeping him from laying down, but then there was a familiar pricking sensation somewhere along his tail. Right where he felt the sharp pain came the soothing remedy for his insomnia. He had fallen, but the restraining arms had not let him hit the ground.
They caught him, but instead of holding him back, had laid him down, clemently, to rest. Then there was darkness. He didn't remember there ever being any light in the first place, only that something had changed, something outside of him. Something had disappeared.
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Phantasms and Falsehoods
FanfictionSequel to Spirit of the Phantom Ruby (If you haven't read the first story, you better go and read it first or this plot will not make a whole lot of sense) Infinite the jackal finds himself in over his head when he agrees to join G.U.N.'s prisoner...
