SILVER HOLLOW
ALEXANDER
When I woke up, the first thing I felt was the weight of silence. No pain, no darkness. Just stillness. For a moment, I didn’t move. My eyes drifted across the room.
Then the memories came back, one after another... the summit, the ambush, Patrick, the blade, Faye’s face right before everything went black.
My chest tightened.
I sat up slowly, every muscle stiff but strangely alive. My hand moved to my stomach instinctively, to where the blade had cut through me at the side... bad enough that even the healer had said I wouldn’t make it through the night.
But when I lifted my shirt, all I saw was skin. Bruised, faintly discolored, but whole. No gash. No trace of a silver burn. Nothing.
For a second, I wondered if this was the afterlife. Maybe this was what it
