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I knew it was a dream, a nightmare, but I couldn’t stop it.
Lightning cut through the gray clouds over my head. Atop of the fountain’s edge, Damara cackled almost as loud as the thunder that followed.
“You silly heart maiden,” she said, staring straight at me. I looked around the square, fear snaking into my veins as I took in the revenants and red alchemists spread through the place.
They held my friends and family.
One revenant pulled Theron’s hair back, revealing his b****y face.
“Let them go,” I croaked through the pain spreading down my spine.
She tilted her head, her long hair falling to the side like a curtain. “Where is the fun in that?” Her eyes gained a red tint. “You need to suffer like I did. You need to go mad with pain and heartache like I did.”
Damara opened her a
