She clung onto the piece of driftwood, praying for daylight. She had been floating aimlessly for hours in a sea of darkness, her body was aching and her mind was exhausted from trying to figure out where she was, and how she had gotten there. In her mind she conjured deadly images in the dark surrounding her.
The wood embedded in her arm was the only tie she had to reality as everything else was shrouded in darkness, mystery and pain.
Her feet were numb but she wasn't cold. She felt an emptiness gnawing inside her but she was fighting it bravely. She was strong and she knew it.
She had a purpose and she was going to live to serve it. This purpose wasn't clear to her yet and she had no idea who she was but she knew she was important somehow and this gave her the power to carry on fighting the urge to give up.
She was surrounded by emptiness and she allowed it to engulf her. She knew it wasn't the end, her soul was still fighting but her consciousness drifted and she allowed herself to be lulled gently by the rolling of the eerie sea.
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The Game
FantasyIn a world where little makes sense, thirteen young members of the Noble houses must participate in a Game. A Game that had been played for centuries but never won. A Game nobody knew how to win. To win would be to change the world they live in and...
