COATE STONE CIRCLE, APRIL 30th, 1872
The witches let go of me, making me land on my back roughly. The force makes me unable to keep my head raised, so I manage to hit right the spot, where I am already wounded. In that moment, agonizing pain takes over me, blurring my vision and making cold sweat drip off my forehead.
I find myself floating on the line of consciousness, unable to pull myself on either way. I can feel my body and I can hear something happening around me, but I can’t see or move. The pain is excruciating, even making it difficult to breathe. No, this can’t be happening now. I need to open my eyes and get up! Ezra is here!
Suddenly, I feel as if my body finally pulls me back in, making my eyes flutter. My surroundings are still foggy from the hard hit that I to
