Write Her Story
by Ela Lourenco
The stench of centuries past cling to this world, this realm that I have been exiled to. A void dimension where my only companions are the skin-scorching winds and the ravens – those foul creatures sent here to haunt my every step – gaolers, guardians of the doorway back home…
Home. The mere thought of it a dagger in my shrivelled heart. I longed for it for the first hundred years, sorrow my ever-faithful companion. I cannot even remember how nor when that sadness twisted into hatred. The Council, those self-righteous men, sentenced me to an eternity here alone; to this Gods’ forsaken place where I am pecked to pieces, my sun-blistered skin shredded into strips daily by their minion birds only to be reborn the next morn. Caught in an unending loop of pain, denied even the mercy of death.
Constant hunger follows…
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