~Lyrielle~My eyes fluttered open to a blinding light stabbing into them. It was as sharp as a blade, and I quickly closed my eyes to adjust to the brightness. This was the netherworld; I was sure of it. I remembered the fire claiming me, and I should be dead, but then, as I shifted, I felt the softness pressed against my back. It was too real, too gentle for death.Pain seared through my left side, a burning ache that made me gasp. My hand fumbled, brushing the thick bandages around my ribs, face, left hand, and legs. The memories of the fire came crashing in, and I recalled the look my mother had given me when she was about to be hanged, how my father’s blood had splattered on my face as he was beheaded, and how my brother had told me he loved me.I shouldn’t be here. I should be in the netherworld, suffering for what I had done because of my greed.The door creaked open, and two figures walked into the room. A man dressed in a dark cloak, the hood hiding his face, stepped forward.
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