It was like being trapped in a snowstorm. An overwhelming bright light as far as the eye could see.
I'm not dead, am I?
No.
I'm stupid to think that.
Funny. I thought I was supposed to be.
Erlin whipped around in confusion. "Who's there?" He cried.
It's strange. You don't recognize this voice?
Erlin shook his head. If I had, I would have called you out by now.
Your thoughts are pointless. The voice murmured, even softer this time. I can hear everything: speech, thoughts, feelings, even body language.
An indiscernible figure - a shadow of black and white, more like - appeared before Erlin. "I am... you."
They bent forward, whispered four final words, as they placed a paw directly over Erlin's heart.
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Wolves of Sisterhood (Storm Prophecy Special Edition) #Wattys2018
FanfictionThe Shalka Doctor is now companionless, his strange visions of war almost gone. Life couldn't get any worse. Except it does. He runs into his Twelfth and Thirteenth Lives, as they've all been taken out of their Timestreams by the Time Lords, and to...
