Kiara
I found myself in the middle of a wide expanse. Endless darkness stretched all the way to the horizon, and it didn't take long for me to realise I was alone.
I blinked, perplexed as to why I was still alive. Could this mean that I survived his attack? I touched the spot where I had been stabbed, expecting it to sting or at the very least feel the blood on my fingers. I was taken aback when I felt nothing. The skin was smooth. There wasn't even a trace of an unsightly scar that would remind me of the bitter event for the rest of my life.
With a frown on my face, I switched my focus to my forearm, where he had carved out the words I wished he hadn't. It was nowhere to be found. There wasn't even a speck of it.
I looked down at my body, surprised. I was dressed in a white off-the-sh
