C343 A DROP FOR THE DYING

"Shut your eyes, Aria! Do not look at him!" the General yelled. He swung his silver-tipped bow like a club, the heavy wood whistling through the air of the narrow tunnel.

Aria didn’t shut her eyes. She couldn’t. Her knees hit the wet sand, but her mind was no longer in the dark. A violent jolt, like a bolt of lightning hitting a lake, surged through her spine. Her vision doubled, then cracked