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Hera woke up with a loud gasp, breathing heavily as though she just surfaced from the deepest of ocean. She stared at the canopy for a moment, unaware of where she was and why she was breathing, trying to define what it was that brought her back to consciousness.
It was until a stabbing pain crushed through her heart that she sat upright, her hand clenched on her chest, all thoughts now replaced with a nagging superiority of fear. She looked down at her shaking hands. It struck her as something unfamiliar, strange, and she remembered it wasn’t her hand but Trina’s.
“I’m still not back?” she whispered, gulping as she arched on her back, groaning ever so loudly with yet another stab of excruciation wrapping her heart.
Lying back down, she bit her lips, trying not to think what would happen i
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