The dawn of light
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  • Reads 13
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 14m
Complete, First published Dec 15, 2021
'It was a vision, four people laid on the ground, all with wings. They were trembling on the floor, most of them were already dead. One weakly reached towards someone offscreen.
    "Please-please, you don't know what you're doing--please-" they reached a hand towards someone but a sword suddenly stabbed through their chest. They trembled, letting out one final attempt to speak before falling limp.'
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I blinked. My eyes began focusing on shapes. I could hear murmuring voices. I could smell medication. I could taste blood. I could feel scratchy blankets lying over my frail body. Three humans, talking under their breaths. A blue cast on my leg. Another on my arm. Stitches in my other 'leg'. More stitches on my face neck and chest. A huge stapled gash across my entire stomach, starting from my shoulder and going in a diagonal line straight across my body and ending at my hip bone. It had just avoided my heart. Tubes were threaded through my arms and other areas of my stomach. I was suddenly very aware of the amount of pain I was in. I cried out in pain and all three people turned to me. The middle one lurched forwards and took a needle from the side. The other two fussed around me, rethreading the tubes and checking that they were all fully functional. A sharp, aching pain pierced my neck and I caught the middle guy with a needle in my neck. My vision slowly began blurring again.