Chapter 3Mature

My vision was blurred
And I stumbled wearily
My feet were controlled by another entity
Pain had become necessity
Accepted

Her grip pulled me through
My mind could only focus on her
The dead, and the deceased
were shadows that couldn't be made out
Light fought for life
But The Flame insisted that darkness prevail
That its wrath be felt
That its source be burned

It licked my skin, but her aura insisted
and I held no complaints
Even with all my bones broken
I would stand for her
With both my lungs punctured
I would breathe for her
When my eyes bled out
I would see for her
And when she was too weak
I would break in her place

The End

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