Cold.
Is this night, or is this day? I know no longer.
Time is a construct of human perception. So what is this eternal pain I am experiencing?
So cold.
So dark.
So... lost.
Yet I am not alone.
The whimpering. It won't stop. I don't know how long I've been trapped in this prison of my own mind, but they are here with me. I wish they would stop.
And soon I will be one of them.
Their magic binds them together. In a literal sense, and figuratively, too. The only thing that gives them the power to live on is the bond they share with each other.
Once, they were witches. Now, they live a cursed life. Are they really alive at all? Fused to one another, they are one being now. A tortured being.
She took their magic. She almost took it all. She left just enough to keep them on the brink of death, and what little power they had left soured in their pain. It rebelled. And they melted together.
Soon, she will do it to me.
I will be tortured.
I will be cursed.
I will be part of the hideous amalgamation.
And then, she will be ready.
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