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heart. With your powers running out of control, your mind is too strained to protect you any longer. Now, you must face everything that you’ve kept hidden behind your love and happiness. The obnoxious façade that you maintain on the outside won’t help you in here, Sari.”
“What do you expect me to do?” Sari snaps, her voice loud enough to crack the ice around her. “I miss my family and wish I could have saved them. Any survivor of such a tragedy would feel that way. When we were children, Nyx told me countless times that she dreamed of saving her mom. It’s natural and it may never go away. So, stop torturing me and make my family go back to sleep.”
The redhead pulls at her fiery hair and watches the specters disappear. “Get this through your head. This is your world, so you have to take control. I’d work quickly because there are worse creatures than guilt lurking around here.”
“What could be worse t han guilt?”
Mira pats the blue-haired gypsy on the arm and smiles. “Keep wasting time wallowing in me and you’ll find out.”
Sari tries to swat the arm away only to watch her hand pass through the ghostly limb. The sound of a growling predator cuts through the air, causing Mira’s body to shimmer like a fading mirage. Sari catches her brea th at the sudden sight of the redhead’s mauled body. In the blink of an eye, the gaping wounds and gore are gone.
“I give up,” the gypsy says with a tired sigh. “Bring on the next challenge because I can’t do anything about you. I made a horrible mistake that cost you your life. I have to live with the guilt and learn to be more careful. Please leave me alone.”
“You beg your guilt away.”
“I simply don’t know what to do.”
“Try to put some effort in.”
“I’m tired, Mira,” Sari claims in weak exasperation. She looks to the icicle -covered ceiling and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “As you said, I’m dealing with my own thoughts and emotions. You’re a part of me and I’m not ready to come to terms with you. It isn’t like you’re the real Mira either.”
“I’m real enough,” the young woman declares. She clenches her fists until her nails pierce her palm. “Don’t ignore me and keep me here, Sari. You have to cast me away or you’ll never be happy again.”
“Apparently, my mind doesn’t really understand me,” Sari says, her voice cracking with gentle laughter. She spins her skirts and scans the room as the ice around her shimmers. “I can be truly happy while holding onto my guilt. The memory of you reminds me that I need to think before acting. When I escaped our cell, I did so out of self-preservation and never gave a second thought to you. I must learn from that and grow, which will lead to me being very happy.”
Mira kicks the throne of ice and screams at Sari in echoing rage. Her body blinks in and out of existence, shifting from being whole to being mauled. She continues to kick at the throne until it shatters from a powerful strike. With a crooked smile, Mira turns toward Sari and reveals a mouth full of black fangs. She charges the gypsy only to slam into an invisible barrier and get sent crashing into an ice spire. The mad woman staggers to her feet, a chunk of ice harmlessly passing through her head.
“You can’t live with me inside you!” Mira yells at the top of her lungs. She stalks to the edge of the barrier and touches it with a hand that grows yellow claws. “I’m a disease that will fester in your guts and eat you from within. One day, you will wake up and be disgusted by your own reflection. That will be me taking control. Stop pretending you’re content with my existence and set me free. Do it!”
“No,” Sari calmly replies.
Mira screeches and pounds on the barrier, which crack under the relentless flurry of blows. Sari closes her eyes as the woman lifts both of her fists into the air. The strike never comes due to a barbed chain wrapping around Mira. A look of terror is
“What do you expect me to do?” Sari snaps, her voice loud enough to crack the ice around her. “I miss my family and wish I could have saved them. Any survivor of such a tragedy would feel that way. When we were children, Nyx told me countless times that she dreamed of saving her mom. It’s natural and it may never go away. So, stop torturing me and make my family go back to sleep.”
The redhead pulls at her fiery hair and watches the specters disappear. “Get this through your head. This is your world, so you have to take control. I’d work quickly because there are worse creatures than guilt lurking around here.”
“What could be worse t han guilt?”
Mira pats the blue-haired gypsy on the arm and smiles. “Keep wasting time wallowing in me and you’ll find out.”
Sari tries to swat the arm away only to watch her hand pass through the ghostly limb. The sound of a growling predator cuts through the air, causing Mira’s body to shimmer like a fading mirage. Sari catches her brea th at the sudden sight of the redhead’s mauled body. In the blink of an eye, the gaping wounds and gore are gone.
“I give up,” the gypsy says with a tired sigh. “Bring on the next challenge because I can’t do anything about you. I made a horrible mistake that cost you your life. I have to live with the guilt and learn to be more careful. Please leave me alone.”
“You beg your guilt away.”
“I simply don’t know what to do.”
“Try to put some effort in.”
“I’m tired, Mira,” Sari claims in weak exasperation. She looks to the icicle -covered ceiling and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “As you said, I’m dealing with my own thoughts and emotions. You’re a part of me and I’m not ready to come to terms with you. It isn’t like you’re the real Mira either.”
“I’m real enough,” the young woman declares. She clenches her fists until her nails pierce her palm. “Don’t ignore me and keep me here, Sari. You have to cast me away or you’ll never be happy again.”
“Apparently, my mind doesn’t really understand me,” Sari says, her voice cracking with gentle laughter. She spins her skirts and scans the room as the ice around her shimmers. “I can be truly happy while holding onto my guilt. The memory of you reminds me that I need to think before acting. When I escaped our cell, I did so out of self-preservation and never gave a second thought to you. I must learn from that and grow, which will lead to me being very happy.”
Mira kicks the throne of ice and screams at Sari in echoing rage. Her body blinks in and out of existence, shifting from being whole to being mauled. She continues to kick at the throne until it shatters from a powerful strike. With a crooked smile, Mira turns toward Sari and reveals a mouth full of black fangs. She charges the gypsy only to slam into an invisible barrier and get sent crashing into an ice spire. The mad woman staggers to her feet, a chunk of ice harmlessly passing through her head.
“You can’t live with me inside you!” Mira yells at the top of her lungs. She stalks to the edge of the barrier and touches it with a hand that grows yellow claws. “I’m a disease that will fester in your guts and eat you from within. One day, you will wake up and be disgusted by your own reflection. That will be me taking control. Stop pretending you’re content with my existence and set me free. Do it!”
“No,” Sari calmly replies.
Mira screeches and pounds on the barrier, which crack under the relentless flurry of blows. Sari closes her eyes as the woman lifts both of her fists into the air. The strike never comes due to a barbed chain wrapping around Mira. A look of terror is
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