Death.
The concept had always seemed abstract, up until now. Now, I could sense his cold hands, waiting to steal my life.
I can't believe it's been 7 years since Rhylie and Donatello had first come for my friends and me. For all I know, I first walked into Olympus yesterday.
Looking up at them, it dawned on me that this would be the last time I ever saw them. My team. My friends. My family.
"I.." I want to tell them how much they mean to me, but I choke on my words.
" Please..." Jamie cries, " Be still."
I dare myself to look at the wound, though the sight makes me want to puke. The gash is about three inches long, right below my chest.
Then my medical instincts kick in. Puncture wound is about three inches long, and very deep. Right through stomach. Medical help is an hour at least away. Chances of survival... I feel Death tighten his grasp on me. ...none.
" N-noah... Activate project 'Time'" I choke out.
Noah instantly pulls it out of his coat pocket and begins to work. "Hold on," he tells me. "Hold on."
But I'm slipping, and I can't hang on much longer.
My vision begins to blur. The last thing I hear is Noah's voice saying three words;
Activate, project 'Time'
YOU ARE READING
I, Promise
FantasiPromise doesn't fit in anywhere. Until she meets Jamie, Joy, and Emerald. They get her. Then, when Rhylie and Donatello come for them, she will realize there's more to the four of them than meets the eye...
