Arwen
The reflection lunges.
I barely have time to raise my arms before she slams into me. She hits with the force of a falling star. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs and sends me crashing onto the cold, pulsing ground.
Pain detonates in my ribs, hot and brutal.
Are they broken?
Gods, agony scalds every nerve!
I gasp, trying to push myself up, but she’s already on me. Her hand—my hand—clamps around my throat, glowing silver fire. Heat sears my skin, burning through flesh and bone. I choke on a scream.
What the fuc.k is happening to me?
Is any of this real?
Because it sure feels real to me.
“Stop!” I rasp.
She tightens her grip. Her eyes—my eyes—blaze with an unrecognizable power. It feels like it’s tearing me apart from within.
Morvath watches from the edge of the cle
