52

Life can be a bitch.

Andricia

Too often, I find myself breaking free from a trance like this. My hands and knees in the soil laced with ash. My heart-burning eyes are full of tears, so I keep them shut. I fear the destruction I’ve caused because of control, or lack of it. I’ve never had a problem with control, but lately, it’s all impulse. There is a war raging within me between powers, and I fear that I won’t come out on top with either of them. My body can’t deal with the physical toll it causes. Ever since I left, my healing has been off, and I think it has something to do with Cerberus. She said to me a while back, ‘If they can’t have us, nobody can.’ She is plotting, but I can’t figure out what she has done. His cool grip lands on the tattered clothes that hang off my body. He stayed by my side through it all, just like he said.

‘Little bird, don’t put yourself through this again.’ Silas chimes in my head and I feel the tears becoming more adamant about escaping. A sob pushes