The world is not what you think. Love isn't what it seems to be. Life is a cycle of magic. And Scarlet is the girl who has that magic. Once they called her a halfling, an aberration that shouldn't have existed but now others say she's special.
In a...
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Only one truth in the darkness, one sound that said it all in a litany of voices intertwining together... What was it? Was it a song or was it a plea?
No, it was a cry for help that would never come because that same hope had already left.
'Watch me,' he had said not even a few seconds ago. 'Watch me,' he had said before he disappeared back into his world, a world where what was gone was not allowed to return.
None of us were allowed to go there yet, desperately, reaching for the remains of that light of his, the residue of it left on my cold skin, I could feel their hands holding me in place as if I was their island in the sea of darkness. Was this how it should be? Was I the one who had to break their madness and guide them where they no longer belonged?
How do I accomplish the impossible?
These last moments before all of it went dark kept replaying inside my head, nightmares I could see even in the black that came with death.
This was it. This was what it was after all.
Nothing but darkness.
I had to take us back just like the man told me.
Holding that thread of life he showed to me, my eyes opened, looking at the silver cord my fingers were holding, I couldn't even see my own body when I looked down, just those shaking fingers that were illuminated by the light.
I couldn't see the people who were here with me, walking by my side. I only heard the voices.
They followed my every step. Not making any sense, shouting words that were not really words, sounds of the dead... why were they like this? Why were they lost? Shouldn't they be coming back to themselves now that we were all going back?
I am the only sane in this world of insanity.
I wanted to shout his name, call him back to me where he belonged. I couldn't. My lips felt like they had turned into stone - still, cold, frozen.
Where was Regan now that I needed him? Why couldn't I feel him amongst the others? Where was the bond that connected us to each other while we were still breathing, or was it gone now when we no longer did?
The thought that I might never see him again, not the person I knew him to be but one of the mindless seemed unbearable for my mind to keep it inside for more than a moment.
I couldn't let myself think about it and fall under the same madness.
I can't be consumed by it.
Praying. This was what I found myself doing. Never speaking the words, I could hear them inside my head just like I could hear the voices, like I could feel the cold hands that were snaking around me like tentacles made of ice.
Suffocating.
'Come back... Come back... Come back...'Like the whisper echoing after the thunder, it echoed from every side. A voice that I did not recognise.
