'Something strange is happening.'
Eyes of dull jade were glossed over from the clutches of Death herself.
'No... no, I can't, don't want to...'
The sword impaled in her side glinted brightly in the glaring moonlight, crimson painting the silver blade and dripping onto her argentine skin. A few small coughs raked along the girl's throat, scarlet spattering porcelain cheeks. "A-am I going to... die...?" A wicked grin was her only response.
'Sleep well, Girl. Your time is not now.'
And as she fell into the welcoming embrace of darkness, only a name streaked across her mind. She grasped at the name desperately, hoping for it to at least be uttered on her bloodstained lips, but she fell, farther, farther, into the abysmal shroud of blackness, until she was no more.
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She burst forth. From what, she didn't know, but she awoke, gasping, clutching at her side. It was as though she had been underwater for a long time, breaking the surface, lungs aching for air. Dainty fingers searched for the weapon that hindered her. She felt no sword. Opalescent emerald hues widened as she grabbed at her torn clothing, feeling nothing but her own skin. She lifted the article gingerly, digits tracing the fine lines of the hard, smooth scar. It was not one made by the sword.
The scar was a product of a curse.
"Faerie no more."