As I appeared into the white room, my heart beat too fast and my stomach churned uncomfortably.
Nothing like how Claudia described it.
A flame gently licked the wall as I looked around as I tried to orient myself.
In front of me lied a sword and a small box with simple instructions.
Eat and fight.
I swallowed the small tablet without any water.
As I escaped the small room I was faced with barren land and a furious dragon.
Aoife's unconscious face stared back at me.
I squared up and held the sword, I'm sure incorrectly.
I saw the fire in the dragon's eyes. The sword weighed uncomfortably in my hand.
Sweat rolled down my temple. I couldn't harm the creature who stood before me, laying waste to the land.
I threw my sword aside. I ran faster than I ever had. My knees almost giving in beneath me.
I carried Aoife, and like Atlas, I held my world on my shoulders.
Placing her in safe place, I face the creature.
If it would kill me let it do so, I couldn't care.
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The Crooked and the Fallen
PrzygodoweEveryone must prove themselves to survive. Prove themselves useful to the Ruling Council. If they can't? Executed. Wanted by the law and several Heads of Council, Alwyn must pull off a dangerous heist from the most heavily guarded Court in the land...
