I had to get out. I was starving, thirsty, and probably dying of infection. Queenie wasn't coming for me. I was certain of that. She owed me nothing more. I had ruled out Finn since the day I flew off that island. My hope was beginning to die. Just like I was. Alan didn't come back either. I would have no choice but to drink the water soon. Even if it killed me, at least it was better than dying of thirst. My choice was made. I picked up the small bowl in my shaking fingers, and held it to my lips. I took a deep breath, then let the water slide down my throat. It was warm, and not very refreshing at all. Drowsiness overcame me. Maybe I'll just take a nap...
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The One Who Was Chained
FantasyThe unlikely story of how a girl, her wyvern, a talking hawk and an outcast save the Bermuda Triangle. --- The Bermuda Triangle, a place where the veil of reality is lifted, and a world filled with creatures of myth and legend rule. Mairen, a magic...
