I awoke on a shore of cold stones with a gasp of air. I was alone. I called for Tariq, but their didn't seem to be any life around. I looked down, I was in a dress: my funeral dress. I was supposed to wear this to the funeral for Chase. Stumbling around on bare feet, I came across a dark mist. I reached my hand inside and dark tendrils pulled me in.
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When I was pulled into the dark abyss, all I could feel was the feeling of falling. I couldn't breathe and I struggled for air. Then I heard the voices. I heard screams and wails of agony. My own cries joined the ruckus. An apparition of Chase appeared in front of me and I fought to get to him. He smiled and disappeared into the mist. I soon followed him deeper into the dark.
"Chase!"
"I love you."
"Where are you!"
"A monster."
The mist then swarmed to form the bridge. I stood rooted to where I was; I couldn't suffer this pain again. I wanted to turn my head, but Chase looked angelic as he glowed. He then smiled and jumped off the bridge with a bloodcurdling scream. The mist then swarmed to form Chase struggling for air: I was seeing his death.
"No more!"
"Penelope!"
"Help me!"
"I've got you."
I felt strong arms encircle my waist. The mist disappeared and I was on the rocky shore again. I then cover my face and I began to cry as Tariq rubbed my back. I listened to the crashes of waves upon the rocks to regain my breathing. I grasped at my locket.
"Where are we?"
"I hate this damned place."
"Tariq?"
"The Isle of Illusion."
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The Feeling Of Fire
Roman d'amourI had always loved Chase, he was the kind of boy you fell for. He was charming and just had this smile that made every girl swoon. I loved him, but am I prepared to go to the Underworld to save his soul or would I be tempted by another? Will Penelo...
