I couldn't tell what was real and what was in my head. My mind trying to compensate for the agony it was in. I thought I was in the arms of Kadzait, Caleb and Lazarus, that they had come and saved me as Caleb promised, if that was even Caleb and not another figment of my mind. Then I was back in my apartment, drinking coffee with my friends and Matthew, but then they started to fade away, like a nightmare, leaving me all alone. Because that is what I was all alone. I was in front of the council, their podium twice the height it usually is as they glared down at me, sending me to Broken Hill. They marched me out, shouting freak and half breed to me, my hands shackled to contain my magic.
I heard banging and snarling, unsure where my mind was taking me next. There was a louder bang and the
