Natalie P.O.V
As night finally set in, and the world fell to the hollow sound of midnight, I lay awake. My mind was racing, unable to shut off the repetitive low chanting that seemed to be repeating over and over in my head. It felt familiar, but I knew I had never heard it before and I couldn’t understand the words.
‘Απόκρυψη από όλη αυτή τη δύναμη που διατηρούμε. Μέχρι την ασφάλεια που βρέθηκαν σε εκείνους που αναζητούμε.’
‘Απόκρυψη από όλη αυτή τη δύναμη που διατηρούμε. Μέχρι την ασφάλεια που βρέθηκαν σε εκείνους που αναζητούμε.’
I had searched my room, gazed out the windows, investigated the rest of the flat, but the words never grew louder or clearer.
“What the hell are you saying?” I rifled through the drawers in the lounge and then through the kitchen and at first, I
