I didn’t get a chance to answer her before there was a loud crack and the pain began to spread through me like poison. I slid from the rock and landed on my hands and knees, gulping in big breaths of air. I screamed as bone after bone broke and elongated, then broke again; popping and crunching sounds echoing from within me between my cries of agony. “Breathe, Freya”, Harlow whined, barely audible amongst the noise.
I collapsed on the ground, unable to hold myself up any longer. The pain continued for an immeasurable amount of time; I wasn’t sure if it had been minutes or hours since it began. Harlow whispered to me constantly, telling me that it would be over soon, and eventually the pain began to die down, fading away from my feet first, then spreading through my body slowly, leavin
