Regona City: Tempest (BK3)

Prologue

Flee while you can, oh Falcon beware

Flee while you can, avoid the despair

A Tempest is coming, take cover and hide

A Tempest is coming, it's cruel and unkind

This Tempest won't give, it will pillage and take

This Tempest is dark, all lives it will shake

The Tempest is here, not one will be spared

The Tempest is here, the Falcon's ensnared

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Prologue

Sahara sat at the bar. She stared lifelessly before her, her face pale from lack of sleep. Her eyes were dry, for no more tears would come; she had spent them all.

Before her stood a glass filled with pink strawberry milk. Beside it was a second.

She stared at it...waiting.

I want to go back, her mind pleaded. If she could see herself but two months ago; if she could send a message to the past, if time travel were possible she would change everything. She would warn herself, stop it all before it escalated out of control. She would avoid the pain, the betrayal...the loss. In fact...she wasn't sure if she would have ever come back in the first place.

Reaching a hand out, she grasped the glass and turned it in her hands, examining the liquid inside. Still, she made no move to drink it...waiting.

A door opened, a bell jingled. Footsteps sounded and a figure slipped into the chair beside her. She recognized who it was without looking, yet she made no move to turn. There was a moment of silence.

"Say..." Sahara murmured, still examining the glass. "Do you think we can ever go back to how it used to be?"

The figure beside her didn't respond. Then, gently a comforting hand went around her shoulder. Sahara put the glass down. She let her head drop on the familiar shoulder next to her. She was spent.

"Of course not," Sahara murmured. "Can you wake me up when this nightmare is over?" she added in a whisper as she closed her eyes.

The figure didn't reply but instead the arm around her tightened.

Just drink a glass of strawberry milk, who knows...it may solve everything, a voice echoed in Sahara's head.

The door to the café jingled once again and footsteps entered. For the fifth time in the last four minutes, Sahara's bracelet vibrated with the sign of an incoming call. Sahara reached over and shut it off.

"You're such a liar," she whispered as her eyes slowly opened and she lifted her head from the shoulder.