That’s whatfirstmeans, right?
More. Than. Once.
The world began to swirl around her. She ignored it. She followed the strands of memory, desperately searching for the truth of his words.
But nothing came to mind.
I… I don’t…
Black spots decorated Patreel’s angelic features, his pale skin darkening.
This doesn’t… It can’t be true.
“I’ve been assigned to you since your first reformation.”
Patreel’s statement reverberated through her mind.First reformation. First reformation. First reformation.
No. No. NO.
This was a trick. A way to subdue her. To make her falter. To allow her to be captured. To be ensnared!
No. No. No!
She wouldn’t believe it. Wouldn’t let him capture her so easily. Because that would lead to her truefirst reformation.
Feathers flew around her.
They’re coming. The warrior Seraphim are coming. I have to fight. To… to…
Everything went dark for too long of a blink, air whooshing in her ears, her wings struggling to find strength.
It’s too late. They’re here! I’m trapped!
Strong bands of muscle caught her. Wrapped around her. Strangled her. Destroying her life. Her purpose.Drowning me in… in… nothingness.
She fought, clawing at the air, her lungs burning as she tried to scream without access to oxygen. A dark night. A black swathe of intense energy. Forcing her deeper. Taking hold of her and stilling her breath.
There’s no oxygen here.
No way to inhale.
I’m going to die here.
Alone.
In a glass cage.
A tear tracked down her cheek, but she couldn’t feel it. There was nothing here but the rumble of a machine and those harsh steel bands.
Her name whispered into the abyss. A croak of sadness echoing in its wake.
This is death,she mused.No, this is worse than death.
She blinked into the starless night, her brow furrowing along the way.
Why am I giving in to this?She should fight. Scream.Mist.
But that required air.
