Prologue

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Prologue

I screamed out to no one as the pain tore through me, relentless and excruciating. My breaths came in short pants as I tried to inhale the little oxygen still available to me. I screamed and screamed until my throat became hoarse and raw. The sound became but a whisper as the pain continued to take over my body, pushing me down, pressuring me into the hard concrete, dampened with my blood. Black and grey smoke spiralled into the dense air above me, expanding and growing until the sky had become a thick smog, impenetrable and suffocating, searing my wounds as it left them. I gasped for air, my lungs burning with every shallow intake. My final pleas for life were inaudible. I grappled at the smoke above me, watching as it slipped through my fingers, unstirred. My legs and arms became heavy as paralysis settled between my joints. My thoughts became a mess of runes and patterns, memories and reveries. My last breath left me while I gazed up to the sky, my eyes glassing over as the last of my life rippled into the air. 

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