TW: dissoc..tion
--Briar--
My feet hurt. Where am I? I have been walking forever.
Close. I am close.
Stumbling. My palms scrape rough tree bark. My eyes blur. They feel tight.
"Hello?" I look up, eyes darting to the side. I strain to look. Who's there?
My eyes catch a figure.
Gold eyes graze over.
"Bastet," I mumble. All at once, my body blazes to life. My blood's ice melts. My head. Clearer. I launch myself out of the bramble, teeth gritted.
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Storms of the Sky
FantasyEvery mythical world Bastet has read about is paradise compared to the hell they live in. Maylea is not that place. With some possessing unordinary abilities, two friends as different as the sun and sea, and a pretty assassin out for their head, Bas...
