Crash!
Bam!
Naomi cried in pain as she rolled on the ground after being tossed around like a ragdoll, dying in her own pool of blood.
She glanced down and saw the familiar feet of the person just inches from her face, inch deep buried in her own blood.
"P- Please... " Naomi whispered, heart pounding, lips shaking, blood spurting from her mouth. She forced herself to glance up and saw her face. Destroyed and deformed, like her face was run over by a truck and stabbed with a knife several times.
Despite that, she looked so familiar. An old foe. Someone she pretty much thought was dead. How was she alive???
The woman, her hair down, concealing her features, throwing a dark shade to her face, raised a huge sword and brought it down with a sinister smile.
*
Naomi abruptly sat up from where she slept on Daniel's shoulder, panting hard.
"Your highness!"
"Highness?! What's that?"
"Naomi!"
"What's going on?"
