The Prophecy's Pawn
Kyara's POV
The blackness was not just surrounding me; it was within me, permeating every breath, thought, and muscle that refused to move. I opened my eyes (or thought I did), but the nothingness persisted. My heartbeat boomed across the void like a battle drum, loud and persistent.
Then came the voices.
Soft at first, like murmurs on the surface of my thoughts. But they became louder, overlapping, and entwined into a chorus that made my skin crawl. They were pieces of sound, not cohesive sentences; my name was pronounced like a curse, a plea, or a promise.
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