HIS BLACK BLADE

Just how much can one take?

One after another misfortune. You're not getting over one when another one strikes and gives you another wound which takes decades for it to stop bleeding.

Similarly, just how much more can she take?

She felt like she was flying in the air.

She can feel air caressing her unconscious and lifeless body as she can barely move.

What is this?

Why does she feel like she is flying?

She is in the air?

She jolted awake but waking up didn't make any difference because she couldn't see. After being fully mindful she stayed in that position for a while, trying to comprehend where she was until she finally realized someone was holding her in their arms and that she was in the sky.

Memories came rushing like a flash as she inhaled a familiar wet forest-type scent. Her orbs throbbed in realization and in an instant she grabbed his throat. "Let go." She rasped in malice. Gnashing her morals as she stared at his face which she can barely see. "You know I can't die with this