I don?t remember dying ever hurting this badly before. I?ve been in the state of dying many times but have never actually died, no grand finale just narrow escapes. Am I cheating Death, that ugly specter that haunts my life and picks off my friends and family members to leave me alone?
There?s always a brief moment of panic that comes along with this act of dying?although it is not an act for I can feel the spell draining away that which makes me, me?for who will care for the children? I want to appeal to the gods that I don?t believe in, crying out: ?Let me live! You?ve given me this immortal life span, do not takes this away. I want to live.? Perhaps I will repent my reckless actions to them, make a promise that I will never do so again if they only just let me continue on with my existence.
Lies, all lies! I am bound to repeat myself for I am not sorry for what I have done?not this night.
I can?t even open my mouth now to utter such a plea. My whole body alternates between fire and ice. The pain in my hands and arms is excruciating; I have been burned before but nothing like this. I feel like my soul is leaking away and I cannot move my scorched fingers fast enough to grasp hold onto it. This fever burns my mind, the spell freezing my body. Delirium sets in as I try to fight this all off, this pain has shaken my warrior spirit to the very core. I?m only aware of one thing outside myself?that I am in Stephen?s arms.
She had called for Tass, the single person she trusted to heal her. Tass was safety. She kept her mouth shut, afraid that if she opened it a scream would be the inevitable outcome, expressing the unbelievably agonizing pain she was in. All she managed was ?library;? three syllables before pink lips were pressed into a thin white line.
The night sounds of the city roared in her ears, distorted. She was focused internally, trying to fight back the evil taint that battered against the field Tasha had put in place. Her body rallied, reviled by the infectious spell and expending precious energy to fight against it, the very energy that the curse ate away with insatiable taste. The pain was bad enough without this steady drain, compounding the strain she had already placed on her body earlier in the evening when actually fighting Veighn. It was enough to have her frame, doused in sweat and icy cold to the touch, trembling profusely as she was carried through the streets of the sleeping city.
There?s always a brief moment of panic that comes along with this act of dying?although it is not an act for I can feel the spell draining away that which makes me, me?for who will care for the children? I want to appeal to the gods that I don?t believe in, crying out: ?Let me live! You?ve given me this immortal life span, do not takes this away. I want to live.? Perhaps I will repent my reckless actions to them, make a promise that I will never do so again if they only just let me continue on with my existence.
Lies, all lies! I am bound to repeat myself for I am not sorry for what I have done?not this night.
I can?t even open my mouth now to utter such a plea. My whole body alternates between fire and ice. The pain in my hands and arms is excruciating; I have been burned before but nothing like this. I feel like my soul is leaking away and I cannot move my scorched fingers fast enough to grasp hold onto it. This fever burns my mind, the spell freezing my body. Delirium sets in as I try to fight this all off, this pain has shaken my warrior spirit to the very core. I?m only aware of one thing outside myself?that I am in Stephen?s arms.
She had called for Tass, the single person she trusted to heal her. Tass was safety. She kept her mouth shut, afraid that if she opened it a scream would be the inevitable outcome, expressing the unbelievably agonizing pain she was in. All she managed was ?library;? three syllables before pink lips were pressed into a thin white line.
The night sounds of the city roared in her ears, distorted. She was focused internally, trying to fight back the evil taint that battered against the field Tasha had put in place. Her body rallied, reviled by the infectious spell and expending precious energy to fight against it, the very energy that the curse ate away with insatiable taste. The pain was bad enough without this steady drain, compounding the strain she had already placed on her body earlier in the evening when actually fighting Veighn. It was enough to have her frame, doused in sweat and icy cold to the touch, trembling profusely as she was carried through the streets of the sleeping city.