The Shadows of Eternity

The Girl Who Lived

Tw: disturbing contents ahead

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Her body was numb from head to toe.

The girl was certain she was dead.

No longer did she feel the consciousness of life that once flowed through her. It was rather replaced with the fleeting sensation of nothingness. She was merely nothing, but a spirit tied to the world of the dead.

The sky, the ground, and even her own surroundings were nothing, but a dark murky darkness, mellowed out by a cold haunting breeze.

An eerie yet peaceful feeling, going back to where anything and everything belonged, back into the void.

A life that was lost, never to be conscious.

The spirit, now sinking deeper into oblivion, clung to its upmost desire. A desire rooted so deeply in its soul, that the fragments that it once was, had yet to shatter and vanish into nonexistence, as the spirits need remained unchanged.

Wake up!

A bright light was now fading away.

This isn't right.

No longer was the soul illuminating.

Please!

A voice of desperation echoed throughout, not once stopping its banter as the soul yearned for its existence.

I want to live. I want to live. I want to live. Please.

A speck of light that once filled the voice now bloomed fiercely, having its desires known and granted.

The soul blazed passionately, as it is now faced with the trials of resurrection into a world of fate and evil. Never once letting go of its desire to live.

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Wake up

A voice was calling out.

The sun beamed brightly onto the girls skin, something heavy weighing on her body as she tried to open her eyes.

"Wake up!" The same voice repeated, slapping the girl across the face.

Immediately Illyanna's eyes snapped open as her vision blurred, the bright sunny light stinging her eyes, while she gasps for fresh air that now entered her lungs. Clutching a hand to her heart, the girl stared up at the bright blue sky, not necessarily knowing what was going on.

Before she can think more of anything her gaze immediately snapped to rough hand that now encircled her wrist as the unknown stranger started to drag her through the mud like a rag doll. "You never listen!" A gruff voice yelled, as the man held her wrist tightly and hauled up into what looked like to be a traditional Japanese house.

Pain flared up across her right arm, as the burly man refused to let go of her hand as she thrashed and thrashed again, desperate for a release of tension. 

Finally the man decided to let go, but not before roughly throwing her into a dark and dirty cell.

Illyanna instantly felt her wrist twist in an awkward angle, feeling a a sharp pain shoot throughout her wrist.