Yasmyn's POV
I did not realize I was falling until the ground was already rushing up to meet me .
The roar of the arena blurred into a dull , distant hum , like I was hearing the world through a layer of water . My knees hit the sand first, then my hands, and the spear slipped from my grip as if it had never belonged to me at all .
Warmth soaked through my side . Too much warmth .
I tried to breathe , but my lungs stuttered, each inhale shallow and wrong . The sky above me looked painfully bright , clouds drifting in slow, indifferent shapes.
So this is what it feels like , I thought dimly. Not dramatic. Not heroic. Just… quiet.
Someone shouted my name .
At first I thought it was memory. Then I heard it again, closer, breaking apart with panic.
“Yasmyn!” Brendan. It has to be B
