Fire shot from the finger Tur'svan placed on her neck. Konnya screamed. An acidic smell stung her nose. Her neck stiffened till she couldn't move. The paralyzing feeling spread to her arms, down her torso, and through her legs. Pain stabbed her skull when she tried to move. She gasped and started to hyperventilate. She struggled to move her mouth. "Make it stop."
Hot tears dripped onto her tongue and mixed with a strong metallic taste. Wisps of black smoke burned her eyes.
"I can't stop the pain," Tur'svan said. Konnya hung on every word. Anything to distract her from the paralyzing fire. "When we put you in hiding, it wasn't meant to be for so long--a hundred years at most. You have eight hundred years of memory locked away you shouldn't have."
Konnya wished she could curl into a ball. Different places and different times rushed through her mind. Too much. Her brain couldn't take all this information at once.
"How long," Konnya said, "have I been in hiding?"
"Nine hundred, twenty-six years, four months, and eighteen days."
Konnya winced. "B-but I'm seventeen. I can't be nine hundred."
Tur'svan chuckled. "That's considered young for a Shadow Former."
Konnya laughed, and coughed. A sickly sweet substance rose up her throat.
The black smoke thickened, wrapping around her. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips together.
"Oh no," Tur'svan said. Konnya heard her shuffle around. The smoke entered her brain and enveloped her. The last thing she felt was being doused with water before blacking out.
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Kinda a short chapter...was supposed to be longer, but ideas change. Tell me what you think!! I value all suggestions, and it makes me incredibly happy when you comment and vote.
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Shadow Former
FantasyTwo different lives. Fall asleep in one, wake up in the other. Which one is real? Konnya can't tell. Is she a Shadow Former in the ancient city of Flix, or is she a girl with a frightening ability to guess the future? Or are they one and the same? ...
