She was fighting.
She felt her usual blast of ice sprung forward as the enemy drew closer, stabbing the foot soldier that was near her.
She then heard a scream for her name a moment later. It was a cry of her name. She later realised.
She felt her breath shortening and then she was falling. Why was she falling? So many thoughts started coming and go, like a herd of birds scattering away from the sudden noise. Why were her thoughts so scattered?
"-ystal! Crystal! Please please please, just hold on...!" She realised someone was holding on to her and sobbing while also pressuring a part of her body down. Through her hazy glance, she saw wild flairs of black hair and deep chocolate sockets. "Stay with me, Crystal! Please! Help's coming!"
The dying woman whispered her name, using her one last strength to clutch the other woman's- no, her best friends bloody hand, "...I love you...you'll...do well...I know...I know Luck...I love you...live well..."
Before darkness had consumed her, she heard one last thing; her best friend's earth shattering scream rattling through the battlefield and everything.
A tear tracked down the now-dead woman.
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The first thing Crystal heard when she woke up, was birds chirping, which, frankly was a bit disconcerting as birds wouldn't chirp in a battle field, live or not. The second thing she heard was a woman's faint humming coming from below the room.
The third thing that was happening to her, was the ongoing memories.
There was this one particular fresh memory, fresher than any other, was her dying and being held by her best friend...
A tear fell down her face.
Then she realised what she had thought of, alarms blaring in her head. Where was she?
She cracked an eye open, briefly felt that teardrop and, saw a child's bedroom. A young girl's bedroom that she just wanted to cry (and not in the bad sense).
How long had she seen a bedroom that was so reminiscent to a normal childhood?
Lifting her hand to wipe away the tears and paused. Her hand, was small and chubby. Like a child's hand.
Shock rang through her. What the Hell!?
She sat up as she stared at the child-sized hand before looking down at the rest of her body. It was small. Smaller than it should be. Skinny and fragile. Realisation then hit her hard, she was a child.
What the f–
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Author's Note: To be fair, I am done with Wattpad and gave up a long time ago and, I would have deleted this app if all my past stories slash ideas wouldn't be here. Plus moving them would take such a long time and I'm lazy.
Oh and Ao3 is where I am now mostly at, don't know why I decide to update here but yeah.
Oh and the introduction chapter, forget it exists. I'll just leave it there really.
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The Icy Sky
FanfictionWhen someone dies tragically, the thought of afterlife generally depends on one's belief and religion. Being reincarnated was not her belief nor her wish when she had died. Frankly, she prefers staying dead. Or is that not an option somehow? (SI!Fem...
