I had no concept of time as I went through the Changing.
It started much like my first memory of the Box—dark and cold. But this time I had no sensation of anything touching my feet or body. I floated in emptiness, stared into a void of black. I saw nothing, heard nothing, smelled nothing. It was as if someone had stolen my five senses, leaving me in a vacuum.
Time stretched on. And on. Fear turned into curiosity, which turned into boredom.
Finally, after an interminable wait, things began to change.
A distant wind picked up, unfelt but heard. Then a swirling mist of whiteness appeared far in the distance—a spinning tornado of smoke that formed into a long funnel, stretching out until I could see neither the top nor the bottom of the white whirlwind. I felt the gales then, sucking into the cyclone so that it blew past me from behind, ripping at my clothes and hair like they were shredded flags caught in a storm.
The tower of thick mist began to move toward me—or I was moving toward it, I couldn't tell—increasing its speed at an alarming rate. Where seconds before I had been able to see the distinct form of the funnel, I now could see only a flat expanse of white.
And then it consumed me; I felt my mind taken by the mist, felt memories flood into my thoughts.
Everything else turned into pain.
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FanfictionKameron is sixteen years old and the little sister of Thomas. They were only twenty five minutes apart, but they didn't know that. They didn't even know their names at first. They arrived in the Glade with no one but boys. Of course Kameron was pet...
