Life certainly was strange.
Finally awake enough to think clearly, she began to call upon her mana to heal her wounds. She was pleased to discover they weren't bad, just painful. A few minutes later they were all healed and she sat up.
"Ethan," She called, but no one answered.
"Rachel?" She tried again, but still no response. She was about to call for Beth, when she realize Beth wouldn't answer. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she didn't stop them from falling. Despite the fact that Beth had separated her from Ethan, the wood elf genuinely like the girl had only wished them happiness. She never wanted... this.
She sat for a long time trying to process her death. It just didn't seem real; it didn't seem possible. She replayed what happened endlessly in her mind. She'd done everyt
