When Sylrie, Twyla and the Draconian rebels arrived back at the hideout, Leif looked so much worse. He was really pale, his breathing wa shallow and his hair had turned white. Sylrie felt tear fill her eyes, but she blinked them away. She promised herself that she would not cry, unless the worst happened. Twyla grabbed the small needle and injected it into Leif's arm. Sylrie held her breath. It felt like forever before Leif's hair faded slowly back to black and his eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, Syl," he said, smiling weakly up at her.
Sylrie clung to him and sobbed, like if she let go of him he might disappear in a puff of smoke.
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Everlasting
General Fiction*COMPLETED* Sylrie Noir's life was hard enough as it was. She had been orphaned and exiled as a child, and all other children who had the misfortune of meeting her had run away after a few minutes, screaming and crying. And it was all because of the...
