He hits her once more, she can feel herself barely holding on. Blood everywhere, he slashes her throat. She feels herself bleeding out, but she needs to hang on, her allies nearby, the mission cannot be over so soon. “You…” she starts saying before she is struck again and loses her consciousness.
Darkness surrounding her, she feels claws pulling on one side of her, and on the other side bony fingers surround her arm. She feels being pulled into two different directions, but the bones winning, a small joy fills her, she will finally be free of her father. Suddenly a heavy sadness fills her. She doesn’t want to die, she needs to leave, she needs to…..
She gasps for breath seeing Amara above her fighting Es-Vahelieth, her throat hurting. She coughs and sees blood all around her. She moves away still casting her spells, taking a healing potion herself. She feels so disoriented when Es-Vahelieth pulls her close again.
His sword hitting her, she feels barely hanging on. She reminds herself of the stakes, it cannot be over here, the mission, the plan, she has been fighting for this too long, and they are so close.
One more hit, once more the darkness consuming her.
Stories of my brain 