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WAVES OF GRAY KEEP ROLLING IN
COME WHAT MAY WE'LL KEEP SURVIVING
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SCARS OF GLORY ON OUR SKIN
COME WHAT MAY WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING
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SOPHIE leaned against the bathroom sink, breathing heavily. The room was spinning and her forehead felt sweaty. She looked up grimly into the mirror. Strands of hair stuck to her face and her eyes darkened before she ripped herself away from the mirror with a growl.
Waves of pain rolled through her body, causing images she'd never been before to flash behind her eyes and blood to spill from her bitten lip.
"You won't win," she gasped out.
I already have. She could hear the grin.
"No." Her knees shook with exertion it took to keep her standing, but she refused to let this, this darkness, bring her to her knees.
Red flashed through her eyes and a sob slipped out. Cracks thickened in her mind and grayness slipped through.
It's almost time. Soon, you will understand.
Sophie slumped against the counter as the pain lessened until there was only a dull ache coursing through her body.
Time? Time for what? she thought.
"Sophie! Time for school!" Edaline called from downstairs.
Sophie grimaced. Time for death.
FITZ dropped the comb he was running through his hair. Pale hands that weren't his gripped onto the edge of a sink. Someone else's knees shook with fear.
He stumbled back, his hands shooting to his forehead. He struggled to breathe as his surroundings swam around him.
He glanced up at the mirror and a frantic looking boy stared back at him. His chest heaved and he gulped. Why was he seeing things that weren't there? What did they mean?
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The Dark [2]
FanfictionSophie Foster is gone. Not gone gone, but she's left. Forced out of her home by the very people who took an oath to protect her. The king has pushed her out. She's been abandoned. Abandoned by her rulers. Abandoned by her creators. She only hopes h...
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