There was light everywhere and no where. It came in flashes, short bursts of pain and relief. My mind echoed with the sound of nothing and everything. Something cold touched my shoulder and shifted me. I didn't care.
It's over, I thought, It'll all be okay.
My heart was a flame that hadn't been extingisshed. Yet. I could feel it hammering away in my chest. The ringing in my ears grew louder and the light turned red. I couldn't turn away. A new kind of sensation swept over me and I wished I could still be numb.
Something shook me and with a sharp pop, everything came back into focus. The sky was dark and cloudy. I couldn't see the stars and I realized that was all I wanted, to see the stars again. I was so hot, It felt like I was boiling in my own skin. Two cold hands were on either of my cheeks, pulling me back onto my side. I wasn't even scared.
I let myself fall.
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The Fate Of The Marked
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