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ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE

NEILLA'S POV

At first, I strained to see through the thick blanket of darkness blotting out any form of light.

There I stood, clueless and vulnerable, waiting on some miracle to spring up from nowhere.

No sounds, no smell. I knew I was being transported somewhere, but there was no air around me to at least tell in what direction.

I waited in the darkness, praying for a flicker of hope or light to drive away the hopelessness I was feeling inside.

"Why did the book bother taking me only to drop me at the edge of nothing?" I whispered to myself, blindly reaching out and withdrawing my hands in the same dejection.

Just as I began to let the frustrations hit, I imagined a fickle light. It went off as soon as I tried to focus on it in the distance.

That was new. It was something at least.

I waited again with bated breath, hoping for it to happen even if by sheer luck so I could fumble my way out of this empty void.

The silence that re-echoed was deafening. It enabled me hear my heartbea
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