Prologue
<------- Liora ------<<<
Everything hurts. Like I was stabbed by thousand daggers and thrown into a wildfire. Even the slightest movement as forcing my eyelids to part is a torture.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I’m in a prison. A damp cell.
The cold metal biting into my wrists and ankles tells me that much. The darkness confirms it.
The only sound, aside from my own uneven heartbeat, is the steady drip of something... somewhere.
Maybe it’s water......or maybe it’s my own blood. And I’m too exhausted to feel.
Second one feel more like it.
I don’t open my eyes.
What’s the point?
There’s not a faintest trace of light. And it won’t do any difference. Even if I waste the last bit of my energy on that, my end will be the only thing i see.
I can’t hear him.
Or he don’t want me to.
Who would want someone so broken as me.
I want this to end.
To pause the throbbing ache in my head.
I want to see mother.
Maybe I will in few minutes.
Then-
I feel it.
A coldness pooling around my ankles and slowly kissing up my skin as it rises.
Water.
Cold and real.
So this is how I die?
In a silent, pathetic cell... at the mercy of something that doesn’t even care enough to hate me.
How ironic
I survived every obstacle so far. And it’s a shame to even callthisone of them.
He really wants me dead, doesn’t he?
I try to speak.
I can’t.
Even a whisper has a price now. And I’m too broke to pay. A whimper feels impossible. Like someone had done the same to me as I’m destined to do with a touch.
My knees draw weakly toward my chest, my heart racing like it’s trying to escape before the rest of me gives in.
Water has almost claimed my breath now. It’s gripping at my shoulders. And for a second the cold feels like I’m with my bonded for one last time.
Even if he hates me.
Everyone hates me.
It started with the winter. And I get a feeling it’s going to end with the winter as well.
Well...
Powerful or not, it seems I’m never supposed to be here.
I’m not even supposed to survive this long.
Death seems to have shown me mercy all this time.
“~Little Flame~”
A hallucination
I’m delusional.
So delusional that his voice hunts me to my last breath.
“~Little Flame?~”I hear it again. If i don’t know any better I’d say he’s concerned.
He’s regretting it.
But Idoknow better and he regret nothing.
He never regret his choices.
Damp coldness is biting on my throat now. It’s grip firm. And inviting to the other side.
Will I go to heaven?
I doubt it.
Angels wouldn’t want a monster with them.
Hell, then?
No.
Even death has avoided me this long.
Even it doesn’t want me.
Just like he said.
Just like the wolf always said.
Nothing.
I’m nothing.
Water reaches my chin.
My lips.
My cheeks.
But I’m too weak.
I can’t move.
Can’t fight.
Not this time.
In another life, I would have told death to get lost.
But here?
I’m once again powerless.
My airway is blocked.
Hair drifts around me, weightless, reaching for something that isn’t there.
My thoughts begin to fade.
Slipping once more. Likely for the last.
I’ going to die.
I don’t want to die-
“~Little flame?!~”
And then....
Nothing.......
