Ten, Giana

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We watch as the sun disappears. It is now dusk.
 
Dusk.
 
Dusk.
 
Dusk.

"It's too late," I whisper. "Dusk has come."
 
"We have failed."
 
I'm not sure who said that, all I'm aware of is the pain coursing through my veins.
 
I'm groaning, I'm screaming, then I'm losing my consciousness. It's as if I'm eating pancakes coated with honey and--
 
Wait! Why am I thinking that?
 
These aren't my thoughts!
 
It's too late, the Dark Lady's voice fills my head.
 
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU LADY OF THE DAMN DARKNESS!" I scream with all my might.
 
And then I can't feel anything. I can't see anything. I can't hear anything. I--
 
The dark power has taken over me.

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