MALYKA:
A torrent of joy jolts through my bones as I behold my mate, a ghostly expression on her face. “I am yours.” I whisper as memories, dream-like visions with blurry edges drift back to me.
I can’t help myself, can’t stop myself. I fling myself into her arms, desperately pressing my body against hers, our lips crashing into each other like waves. Something in me awakens. An old feeling, yet an entirely new feeling. She holds me and for all the world I never want her to let me go, but then suddenly I’m reminded of where we are… Why we’re here… Memories come flooding back and I pull away from Caramia, hoping it’s not true, that it was just a dream, an awful devilish nightmare, but as I turn to the spot where I had last seen my friend… Cold... Cold unlike anything I’ve ever felt, wors
