A muted voice fell on Vix's ears, coming from an eternity away. She tried to open her eyes, but her muscles refused to obey. It felt like a wagon was sitting on top of her chest. She could not breathe.
Yet this did not trouble her very much. She was too bone-tired to care about anything. Her body felt like it had just been picked up by a giant and tossed into the sky.
“Vix! Vix!"
There was that voice again. It was accompanied by a persistent shaking of her shoulder. Her entire aching body felt like it was being whipped back and forth by the motion.
Vix raised a hand weakly and tried to slap the hand that held her shoulder away. A fly would probably not have even twitched at the blow.
“Vix!"
'Leave me alone,' she thought, exhausted. 'Why can't you just let me rest?'
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