Natalie POV
"You are a true demon!" The gun's final shot rang out. The disgusting advisor's triumphant chuckles were the only sound in the deafening silence that followed.
In front of me, the clouds became fuzzy with spots of black speckled. I could feel nothing, no pain, no sickness, just emptiness. Hardened dirt became softened, releasing my feet as I failed to hold onto my element. On the edge of my hearing was a soft plop sound. The now jolly-filled Santa appeared taller, as his face was high above me. I couldn't figure out why.
Recarad was saying something to one of us. His words made no sense. Cold zaps running up my spinal cord caused me to close my eyes and curl around myself for warmth. When they opened again, two blurry figures were talking to each other. One wobbled while the
