 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash gripped Theodore's hand tightly as they fell. She was helpless. She couldn't save either of them, and she hadn't been able to save their other friends. The only thing she could do was hold his hand and wait. It was an endless fall, really it was. And why was there soft music playing in the background? That was terrifying. Ash though of soft music as the call of death. Loud music was fight, and soft music was the gentle lull of death. Ash didn't want to hear that music anymore. Her face scrunched up in a mixture of revulsion and awful anticipation. They were halfway to the castle now. Yay. |