Heir of Empyreal Fire - Chapter 11

There was something important I needed to remember. Something . . . vital. I was swimming in a vast pool of dark ink, but something tugged at me. A string attached to my waist. It pulled me up, through the thick black nothing toward something . . . something I was supposed to know. Or someone I was supposed to remember.

The cold, troublesome feeling in my chest wouldn’t relent. And as the string continued to pull, that irksome sensation spread to my brain, to the tips of my fingers and toes. There was something I needed to do.

Someone I needed to save.

Lights appeared in the inky nothing. Stars, I realized, as they grew brighter and brighter, shimmering with their inner essence, piercing the hazy dark with their holy beams. The Darkness scattered, skittering away out of reach. It still pressed in along the edges of my thoughts, blurring or blocking the coherent trains of logic. But it couldn’t strangle from over there. It couldn’t tug at my feet and pull me deeper into this black abyss.

Still the Stars burned.