Chapter 19 : Anti-Magic

Ferrah

I was drifting in the nebulous space between sleep and consciousness when I felt a stinging sensation on my arm. I was so exhausted that I forced myself to ignore the feeling. It wouldn’t stay away for long, though.

Throughout the night, the sensation would return and pull me towards wakefulness, only to be pushed aside by my stubborn desire to sleep.

I don’t know how long this went on for before I was forced to give up and let myself be pulled into full consciousness.

I opened my bleary eyes angrily and sat up in bed.

Anything that pulled me out of this soft, warm bed was my enemy, as far as I was concerned.

I glared down at my left arm, expecting to see a puffy red insect bite.

I gasped aloud when I saw a long, thin cut down the back of my arm. It was surrounded by flaking blood and there was a small stain on the blanket beneath me.

I had no memory of injuring myself in such a way. This was obviously done with a very fine, sharp blade. I didn’t have anything