Life blinks in and out of existence.
For a moment, I see Mason. I see how handsome he was before the addiction happened. How he held me in his strong arms, and whispered sweet promises to me.
It's a beautiful dream until the rage bubbles up, and I remembered what he did.
"...the fever is high...send in the healers..."
That sounds like real though. Compared to what I'm seeing, and hearing, that's the only thing that sounds real to me.
I'm walking along, my bare feet padding against the ground. The sun's rays are overbearing; my body is slick with sweat, yet somehow, I'm still cold.
With my hazy vision, I see a figure clad in a black cloak, something glinting in his hand.
