Shadows of the Lost
She gulped when one of the spears moved closer to her, its cold tip now touching her neck.
Breathing heavily, her eyes flickered from gold to midnight-blue before settling to pea-green. The moment it did so, the artificial skin coiling on her skin turned to ashes, blue fire igniting from it, revealing a metallic skin, embossed by about thousands of minuscule diamonds, shining despite the dimly lit room.
A dark, blotchy, burnt-out scar engraved itself halfway her face, starting from her left cheek, bridging to her right forehead. The blonde strands of her hair turned back to ash-gray, black strands now cradling it.
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