SYLVIAHowling with rage and fear I felt her arms around my body. Kira retreated and I was in human form once more, cradling my friend’s limp form in my arms.“Oh, Goddess! Marcelle, what did you do?” I sobbed. Warm, sticky blood – so much of it – covered my arms and chest.Vaguely I heard someone shouting: “Get them! They can’t shoot all of us!” It sounded like King Ulberg, I thought, yelling the commands. My only concern was for my friend laying like a broken ragdoll in my embrace.Tears streamed down my face onto hers. “Please, you can’t do this, Marcelle. Don’t die. We can fix this.”Marcelle opened her eyes slowly. A glimmer of a smile wavered on her lips. “It’s okay, Syl…via,” her voice barely audible. “I’m not afraid…”Screams and shots sounded. So much noise, too many horrifying smells, but it all seemed so far away. Then Marcelle was pulled out of my arms and I hardly recognized Joffrey. He said something, his face twisted with emotion. But I didn’t hear him, didn’t want to
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