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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Finding strength when you didn't expect, fighting battles you never even hoped to fight, arms reaching toward a sky that was beyond reach, forgiving the Moon that cursed you, there was nothing to hold you back.
There was nothing I couldn't do as long as I believed.
Ghostly hands that tore at my chest, I wanted them gone. I wanted them cold. I wanted them never to be able to touch again.
I remembered Oracle's lessons. She was gone. Maybe she was dead. I was still here. I was the only one in that world of agony. I had to remember there was a world beyond the pain, a world that waited for me, expected my call.
'You carry a life inside of you that you can share with others...'
What was I supposed to do with that life she spoke of.
'Think about what you felt when you were on the other side. Relax and remember the feeling.'
Cold. Lost. Trying to see in the pitch black of the eternal night. There was no circle to protect me from the dead now. I didn't need any protection from them.
'Find them. See them.' The words rang in the darkness. Screams reverberated from a great distance – screams I recognized as Lucas'.
Come! My own voice shot out into the darkness, ripping the very texture of the world. Come to me! I bellowed.
The world around me quaked from the sheer power in my voice. I was pulsing along with that world charged by my own will. Life, was it the life inside of me I could feel?
Light broke through the darkness, illuminating their faces. I didn't know these people. I didn't know who they were but I knew what they were. Dead. The souls of the dead that lingered.
I'd stirred them into motion. I'd called them out of their hiding and they were here now – with me, waiting for my next command. Quiet. Lips pressed together never to speak the language of the living but capable of producing unintelligible sounds. More were coming. Floating through space. There was nothing in this world but them. It was like a vast nothing covered in darkness with only the dead to occupy it.
But darkness had already retreated and with it, the pain was gone too. Only the screams kept coming. Pleas for mercy echoing from the other side – the world of the living. I could no longer listen to them. I wanted them gone but how did I return back there without losing the dead standing around me?
I had no answer.
I concentrated on his voice, on the words he spoke.
"Please... stop it... please."
With each step that I took, the voice became clearer.
