A Sea of Sorrow and Scorn by A.P Beswick

Author:A.P Beswick [Beswick, A.P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.P Beswick Publications

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Zerina

My arms feel as though I have bathed them in hot coals. I pour cold water over them to see if it helps, but it only makes the pain worse, and tears stream down my face. This is the worst I have ever felt after magic use, but I did summon more power than ever before.

The feeling of euphoria is a distant memory. A tremble has overcome me, and as much as my arms burn, the rest of me feels freezing. I try to pick up a cup filled with water but by the time I bring it to my lips, there is hardly any water remaining. I take a sip and aim to place the cup back on the table to my side, but I drop it when the bottom clips the edge of the table. With a crash, the cup shatters into pieces, and I let out a scream of frustration. I cannot cope with this pain much longer.

I curse myself for succumbing to the temptation to use magic again. Maybe if we had held out that little bit longer, we would have found a way. Then again, we might all be dead in that cave, bound to defend its grounds like the skeletal warriors.

In the heat of the fight, my instincts had taken over. It felt like my mind and my body knew exactly what to do, like the magic took control of me and knew how to keep us safe. I merely had to let it in, let it flow through my body, a conduit like metal is to heat.

With this pain, I don’t understand how anyone would want to summon such dark forces. Still, Esara and Ulrik are safe, and we have the drawing and our next destination, just like Lyrissa wanted.

My arms feel as if they are made of stone. Each time I move them, daggers drag through my flesh. When I try to relax, the palms of my hands cramp with intense pain, causing my fingers to coil in on themselves, forcing hardened fists. I embed my nails into my skin, and blood begins to force its way through the cracks of my fingers.

Unable to cope, I fall from my chair and begin convulsing uncontrollably, screaming out in perpetual agony. If this is to be my fate, then I wish that death had swallowed me up like ship in a maelstrom.

Minutes feel like hours as I writhe around on the floor like a snake, uncontrolled and wild. The floorboards splinter into my bare legs, each one causing me to wince and convulse more. All I wish for in this moment is a release from this torture, a way to make it stop.

I feel the pull in my stomach first, then a slight spike in my adrenaline. I do not know if I am in control or not. The darkness of the room is slowly illuminated by my hands which begin to glow softly. Instantly, the burning sensation dampens, and a warm, soothing sensation pulsates through my arms up to my elbows.

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