I groaned in pain but still kept firing. This was my third gun and my blade dripped someone's blood.
"How many more?" Lyra complained. She was coated in sweat, blood crusted in her hair and weapons, hers' and others'.
"Belle's on the roof," Lewis told. "Should we go help her out."
"We should stay here," I ordered. Lewis went back to his arrows. We were winning but most of our soldiers were injured badly. Sitting on the sidelines or retreating.
"Phoenix, watch out!" Lyra warned but it was too late. The knife cracked into my shoulder blade, I fell to my knees screaming. Lyra snatched the gun from me and shot the guard who stabbed me.
My breathing fasted, stomach churning. My shirt was soaked in seconds.
No, this isn't happening.
I'm not going to die.
I can't die.
Not now.
I will not die.
No, no, no. I'm not going to die.
No, no, I refuse to die right now.
This can't happen.
This isn't going to happen.
"Oh no" is all she said, repeatedly. She looked around. "Where's Anthony?"
"Forget him! Just pull it out!" I demanded.
Lyra looked at me nervously, confused. "Do what?"
"Aghhh!" I used my other hand to reach my shoulder blade and pulled it out of me. I winced and cried through the pain. Lyra stared at me like I was insane, which I might have been.
"What?" I shrugged. "Was that supposed to hurt?"
"You're a psychopath," she decided.
"Thank the Stars, it wasn't made out of Star Stone." I sighed.
"You can't fight," Lyra said.
I snorted, though everything I did seemed painful. "Yeah, right. Stop me," I challenged. I charged into the crowd, stabbing and firing bullets. Anthony stared at me from the other side of the palace courtyard and mouthed something that I couldn't make out.
Someone tapped on my shoulder, the undamaged one. I turned, bringing out my dagger, a gun in the other hand. My mouth fell open.
"Lyla," I said. "How did you get here?"
"I followed you," she spoke quietly. Her eyes narrowed and smile long and creepy, head ducked slightly.
"Where's my sister?" She stretched the sentence. I shuddered.
"She's busy."
"I felt her pain so I knew she would be in pain."
"Oh." I smiled nervously. She sent shivers down my spine when she spoke. "That's...interesting."
"Where is Lyra?" she pressed.
"Honestly-" I stopped as my gaze met Lyra's across the field. She was frozen in horror. She shook her head repeatedly and mouthed prayers.
"What are you looking at?" Lyla wondered. She followed my gaze and her eyes lit up. "There she is!" Lyla cheered and ran towards Lyra.
"It's not safe to run like that," I warned, running after her. Somehow she dodged all the bullets and arrows, even the Star Stones. "This isn't a playground, it's a battlefield!"
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When Stars Fall(The Last Star Trilogy #3)
Fantasy"That explains the color of the sky." I looked up. "It didn't change that much. Now it goes red from time to time." Another statement I shouldn't have said. "That's because of the shooting Stars." Lydia coughed, trying to defend her father's mistake...
