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The world is foggy–I blink, and it sharpens into clarity.
I see the humans; They are staring at me, horrified–The younger one, with the swords, looks as if he is going to run towards me. I wonder if he means to kill me; I reach for my knife, but find the sheath empty–I see my dagger scattered on the grass, out of reach.
Then, I realize Mother isn’t there–I can’t hear her anymore, either; Where did she go?
There is a terrible, ear-splitting crack behind me–Like bone being split in two with the force of lightning.
Then, silence–Tangible, all-consuming silence.
No, no, no.
I turn–The Shadow that took me holds Mother aloft, her body limp, smoke rising from her chest and melting into the Shadow itself. It swells in size as it absorbs, then lowers her body to the ground–
Again, some creative punctuation here to fit it within the 8, but I hope it still reads well, and that you enjoyed 🙂 Three more snippets from this scene, so I hope you stick around. Thanks for stopping by, and happy 8sunday!
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