『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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In the dark, the dragons danced. No stars were lit, but a fire shone.
My hands are burning, but I feel so cold. I scream, yet no sound comes out—am I underwater? Where am I? Who am I?—the shadows of those creatures cover me like clothes. All those fancy gowns and armours.
I feel like dancing on a ball, though I have never been to one. Yet there is neither cheering nor laughter, nor music as we dance. Only screaming, but not from me. I cannot scream.
I try again. Nothing.
I try to break free from the grip of the shadows, but they hold me tightly. Their touch feels like ice against my burning skin, a paradoxical sensation that only adds to my confusion. The more I struggle, the tighter their hold becomes, as if they are determined to keep me trapped in this eerie dance of darkness.
As flames finally consume me, I accept my fate. My eyes close.
But this time, I do not wake in his eyes. This night, I am alone. But not truly.
They called my name; they called me Princess; they grabbed me; they pulled me. We intertwined like a knitted scarf. Not yet finished, still with threads around the edges. They grabbed for my skin, pulling and pushing. Their touch was both comforting and suffocating, a paradoxical sensation that only added to my confusion.
The more I struggled, the tighter their hold became, as if they were determined to keep me trapped in this eerie dance of darkness. As the flames finally consumed me, I accepted my fate. My eyes close.
Only to be opened again.
"Drink."
Alyssa sat up with a gasp. The first sensation upon her skin was a ray of sun that blinded her eyes. Her hand reached to shield them from it, blinking rapidly as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.
The sun was then covered by a figure. A woman in a white dress. Her dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she extended a cup towards Alyssa. "Drink," she repeated, her voice soothing yet commanding. She spoke with a thick accent that Alyssa couldn't quite place.
The girl reached for the cup, but hesitated before drinking.
"It is water," said the woman. "Drink," she urged gently. Alyssa took a cautious sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe her parched throat.
