Book 3 ARC0 [CURRENT], Clear Skies Summary: Rain recovers from a five-month coma to an empty hospital room and dead flowers. All memories of her were erased by a curse from her dark sign months ago. Well, a cold look or two won't kill her!.. Hopeful...
A/N: Well hellooo :) We're back to 5D's and straight into S2! But of course I have to mess with the timeline a little so get ready for a theme of timey wimey adventures. This part of the story is LONG, so it's split into arcs! When a new arc starts, you'll see it in the chapter title and intro like below.
Thanks so much everyone who's stuck with me this long!
Here's your cover for this book too, hope you like! It's by yura_s_arts on Twitter!
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CLEAR SKIES
ARC NIHIL
Drowning in the Sands of Regret
Arc Summary: Rain recovers from a five-month coma to an empty hospital room and dead flowers. All memories of her were erased by a curse from her dark sign months ago. Well, a cold look or two won't kill her. Hopefully. She searches for her partner in Crash Town, a lawless frontier where losing a duel means a fate worse than death. With what she finds, it's more like she's been chasing a ghost.
Chapter One
Grim Reality
My nose twitched. I groaned and rolled over. Soreness strained every muscle in my body, and my throat felt stuffed with cotton. My ribs ached the most.
A series of machines beside me emitted a gentle hum. I was wired into them, so I pulled the tubes out of my arm. Intense pain wracked my body. Was I being brainwashed again?
Upon closer inspection of the whitewashed room, it seemed I was in a hospital. I stumbled into the bathroom and gulped down water from the sink. I splashed some on my face and looked into the mirror.
Dark like bruises circled beneath my blue eyes. The one beneath my right eye was not so obvious because of my yellow criminal mark. The shape resembled two combined crescents: One faced upward, outlining half of my eye. The other faced outwards on my cheek and its top edge blended into the first. My long, white hair had been washed clean, and my thick bangs had grown a fraction of an inch longer.
"My clothes," I squeaked. I cleared my throat and tried again: "My clothes?"
That sounded normal. "Hospital gown" was not quite my style. A vase of flowers on the bedside table caught my eye. They were long since wilted. There were some empty chairs against the wall, but dust had gathered on the seats. I touched one of the dead goldenrods. A dark stem twirled towards the floor. My eyes tilted down.
The door creaking open distracted me. A woman in scrubs stepped in. "Y-you're awake. Good day to you, Rain! How are you feeling?"
"Stiff. How do you know my name? How'd I get here? Why's-"
