The Immortal Mortals

The Immortal Mortals

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I never thought it would end like this. Just two months ago, I was a regular girl in middle school doing my home work. Now, I'm fighting monsters and my life is about to end. I wish I could tell my parents what I did, but it's too late now. As far as anyone knows, I'm dead. I can hear the monster as it's gaining more energy and as it is coming closer and closer to me. But, I can no longer move. My legs can scarcely carry me anymore and I can't keep running at this pace. I can feel myself slowing down. My vision is getting blurry and time is running out. The monster is about to reach me and I know today is going to be one of my last days being alive. I tripped over a rock and I fell onto the dirt. The monster has finally reached me and it roared with laughter. It has finally caught its prey. I was not afraid. But, that doesn't mean I will be able to survive. What have I done? Apparently, enough to be wanted dead by all the gods.
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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