A muggy summer night, the rain pouring down. And then this wave of pain that spread through my body, paralysing me. A misaligned paving stone on the muddy floor of the dark alley and I collapsed. My face hit the stone heavily. Breathing heavily, my consciousness slowly left me as I watched helplessly as my blood merged with the muddy water. With a death rattle I let myself go.
Suddenly a strong hand grabbed my ankle. I could barely understand the words that were being shouted around me, muffled by the din of the rain.
"She is alive!
-She's barely breathing...
-Let's not hang around here, the territory is not secured by the guard.
-Here, hoist her on your horse, we'll bring her back."
I opened my eyes with difficulty, struggling to fill my lungs with air. In the darkness of the night I could make out two forms bent over me. They grabbed me and I let out a cry of pain. Or so I thought, for only a hoarse breath escaped my lips. The next moment, the galloping of the horses filled the streets with its deafening noise. All my strength had gone, and I was vaguely aware of the journey out of the rebel quarter of the capital before I lost consciousness.
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Black Rose, a Cursed Child
FantasyDawn has always lived a carefree life. Until the day when all the hatred in the world falls on her. Because she is the Cursed Child. Because she is the embodiment of fear. The day her world turns into horror, she decides to follow her destiny and e...
