Not mine.
Falling
She was falling into blackness, and she couldn't get out.
The scene still replayed in her head:
The battle, the bloody battle raged but her eyes were locked onto the figures in the center:
One inhumanly tall and gaunt, the other worn by war and worry.
Suddenly, under the din of death around her, green light flared.
Time stood still.
She didn't see who she was fighting,
Didn't know how she got there,
But there she was.
It was too late.
Life faded.
She was falling into blackness, and she couldn't get out.
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