Lucinda Kane was one of 100 prisoners exiled to Earth for their crimes in the sky. Relying on her beauty, intelligence, and physical skill to navigate the challenges of this new world will she survive everything Earth has to bring? All is fair in lo...
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"Please, I've been on my knees. Change the prophecy... Let it once be me. Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?"
The Prophecy - Taylor swift
Lucinda's POV
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The first thing I felt was cold. Not the familiar, biting chill of the forest, but a sterile, unnatural cold that seeped into my bones. I tried to move, but my limbs felt sluggish and heavy. And when I opened my eyes, the blinding white of the ceiling above me made me wince.
Panic set in immediately. Where was I? What had happened? The last thing I remembered was collapsing in the forest, Bellamy's promise echoing in my mind, but now... This wasn't the river.
I forced myself to sit up, the thin hospital gown sticking uncomfortably to my skin. My heart raced as I looked around, taking in the sterile room, the machines softly beeping at my side. This wasn't right. This wasn't a place I should be. A hospital bed. A room too clean, too perfect.
I immediately swung my legs over the side of the bed, ripping the IV from my arm, the sharp sting barely registering over the rush of adrenaline. I couldn't stay here. I had to find Bellamy. I had to make sure he was okay.
My vision swam as I stood, the world tilting dangerously, but I gripped the side of the bed, forcing myself to focus. There were no windows, no way to tell how much time had passed. How long had I been here? Was Bellamy even alive?
A small, persistent voice in the back of my mind told me to calm down, to take a moment to gather my bearings, but I couldn't. Not here. Not in this place.
"Bellamy..." I whispered his name, the sound of it anchoring me for a moment. I had to find him. He promised to find me, but I had no idea if he even knew where I was.
The door to the room creaked open, and I immediately froze, my heart leaping into my throat. A woman entered, wearing a clean white coat, her expression neutral. Too neutral.
"Good, you're awake," she said with a practised smile, one that didn't reach her eyes. "You've been through quite an ordeal."
I didn't answer, my gaze flicking to the door behind her. Could I make it? My legs trembled beneath me, but I ignored the weakness. I couldn't trust her. Not anyone here.
"You need to rest," she continued, her voice smooth, too smooth, as she stepped closer. I backed away, instinctively putting distance between us, my heart racing. "You've lost a lot of blood."
"Where's Bellamy?" My voice was hoarse, but steady, filled with more strength than I felt. "Where is he?"
The woman hesitated, and that was all I needed to know. Something was wrong. Bellamy wasn't here. I stumbled toward the door, but she was faster, moving to block my path.
