Chapter 16
Cyrus’s touch causes everything around me to fade like it used to when I passed out, but I don’t lose consciousness. When the fog lifts and my surroundings come into focus, trees whip past me faster than any tree should.
Is Cyrus running and carrying me? What’s going on? Terrified and confused, I plead, “Slow down! Please, please stop!”
No one responds, but after a bit I see the situation for what it is: a memory. My memory. I’m not being carried, I’m a unicorn again and experiencing a moment from long gone. Every nuance is alive and present, but it’s not. I’m helpless to change anything.
I’m galloping too fast on the soft, moist ground. The air is warm and thick with humidity as the hot sun filters through the giant trees. Was I in danger? Was this how I died? I decapitate
