It feels like I'm being set on fire. Every cell within me shakes and screams for the flames.
On my knees, I feel myself give into the rushing wave of fire. My arms fly open and I feel...different. Rather than my body burning, I feel every flame lit skim my fingers. The lit torches in the tunnels feel as clear as day, the lanterns lit around the castle and throughout the town grow brighter as the thing within me drags a caressing hand against them.
Not only can I feel the heat of the flames, but I can feel every breath everyone takes. Everyone in the room except the new crazy lady is breathing harshly. The guards throughout the castle grounds breathe evenly, some I can sense laughing. My mother is in her room sitting before the fire, completely oblivious to the air change and fire sparks in her hearth. Every breathing animal and person I can touch with a flick of a finger.
It feels like I've finally taken a deep breath, and now I can breathe easy. Like every threat and attempt on my life was a test, leading up to this point. It's more pain and relaxation I've felt in months, but it's made to destroy just as much as it is to create.
With most of the energy gone, I can feel it shriveling back into me like a scared child in a corner. The wave recedes back, and I gulp down fresh air.
Clarice and I fall to the ground in sweaty heaps. My head pounds and my limbs feel numb, the ecstasy short and gone.
A set of hands touch my skin and my name is being called from several voices, but I feel so tired, and then there's nothing.
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Darkness and Beauty (The Fated Series, #1)
FantasyFauna Clarice Rheasydia is one of two of the most feared assassins in all of Ker. The Ebony Nightingale. Trained since four, her identity has been kept secret, leaving only rumors of her bloody wake to whisper through the streets. Little do they kno...
