I looked down at the bleeding young woman lying on the floor.
Her eyes were vacant and glassy, but her gaze was filled with something - a fire that would not go out.
I reached for her.
A child of Seaner, but a warrior to her dying breath.
I felt a soft heartbeat beneath my hand.
How was she still brathing?
I carried her. I carried her as far away from this place as I could.
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Open Mind || Scenes [ENG]
Short StoryI named it that way becouse I didn't really know what to name it, scenes seemed the most appropriate (unless you have a better idea?). So, here will be a short scenes (very short) that I wrote on the spour of the moment, very short ones. I hope you...