In out I breathed not much longer closer to the end. Closer to the release, closer to him. Away from all this pain, away from her. Away from them. Away from those who hunt me, like an animal. My death is just one step closer to someone ending the hunt. I'm willing to die. For my people. It's true, but I'm also lying because I'm just tired of the pain. The never-ending pain. As I closed my eyes for the last time, I remembered my entire life, every cut, every stab, everyone, and every time he, Matthias, looked at me. As I breath my last breaths here is my story, my name is Lyra Wyatt I'm 16...
