C47 SEEING THE FUTURE

Hot.

Everywhere is burning.

Screams of agony.

Shouts of help.

Smell of death.

Stench of blood.

Then darkness.

My lids are extremely heavy to open, I try over and over to force them open, but they only seem to shut tighter.

“MELANIE HELP!!!!”

Zara, that's her voice. What's does she mean?

“YOUR HIGHNESS PLEASE STOPPP!!!”

Sky, what am I doing? What should I stop?

“WE APOLOGISE!!!”

Kim