Lingatsa

Of all the things that have happened to me, this is the weirdest. One minute I was lying in bed, while Hilanja healed the cuts and bruises I'd gained practising fighting Rameyza, the next I was here in this white wasteland. I drew my sword and held it arms length, before realizing it felt diferent yet oddly familiar. I looked at it closely, and gasped. It wasn't the sword I'd borrowed off Rameyza, it was my own. I was definitely dreaming then. I walked forwards a few steps and hit something. A blank white world and invisible walls? I see a group in the distance and walk towards them, brushing my jet black hair out of my face. I reach them in a minute.

"Hello?" I ask.

The End

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