Isle of Skye, Scotland, Mar 2013
"Impossible" the blonde nurse whispered when the comatose old woman turned young again. Grey hair and wrinkles soon were replaced by black locks and uncreased pale skin.
With a gasp the woman sat up, for the first time in seventy odd years since she lapsed into coma. She looked around bewildered and blinked a few times. Then she spoke, her voice not the least shaky or raspy.
"He's alive"
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Starcrossed and Long Lost
FanfictionHe did not really know who he was. But he knew who she was. The brightest star in his sky, the morning sun and red sunset. She was light and hope. Everything that was good and pure and holy. And she was dead. With his own hands he had killed her or...
