“She’s the child music prodigy you all know and love! Please, welcome to the stage… Open Markle!” The thunderous din from their clapping hands and the incredible brilliance of the bright stage lights tore at her nerves. As her anxiety began to rise, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She knew for sure they were not the same man… a woman can feel such details, even if she is blinded and bound.
The scenes play out before my eyes, as if time were merely a thinly veiled curtain.
A confident smirk played on Byron's face as he delivered the last, fatal blow. As their swords clashed, a brilliant beam of amber light spewed forth, knocking them both back.
Looking up, he saw a brilliant white light shuddering through the old, creaky building. In slow motion, the steeple began to cave in, and the walls warped in and out of shape.
Once on the ground, Jackson's level of intoxication became immediately apparent. He swaggered and swayed. What followed happened so quickly, I never even had a chance to warn him.
“Nico Phillip Demaray! You’ve been in the woods again, haven’t you?” Paulette was furious. “You know how dangerous it is to wander out there alone. How many times do I have to tell you to stay away?!”