Smells of rotting flesh and human waste attack my nose, the metallic taste of blood not helping the bile rising up my throat. Darkness encircles me, shrill screams of pain breaking past it. Winter winds meeting my bones as if I had no skin, iron shackles digging into me the only proof to myself that I am alive and not in hell.The pain. Falling into slumber I wish for no dream and that what happen was all a dream. Dreading knowing the wish was in vain.
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I know it was not that long but it as just a intro the chapter will be longer
Yours truly
The burning author
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ActionI would like to start out by saying that their may be some cliché stuff but not a lot. Also their will be profanity in this along with violence . Ember is a 17 old girl she is an Assassin. They call her the North Star after a poem about how...
