Chapter 53: To Cross the River Styx
Proserpina was completely out of breath when she felt herself manifest out of the shadows, shuddering as she continued to take in large mouthful of air like a fish out of water, never mind the way her body thrummed and trembled as the phantom pain began to ease as though it was never there in the first place.
Somewhere above her, the sun was peaking past the large leaves shining down upon her sprawled form, making her eyes hurt but she couldn't look away and it was warming her skin against the cold that never seemed to go away.
She couldn't feel the grass underneath her bare fingertips as well as she could have, she realized. Somewhere in the distance, she can hear the sound of running water.
Was it a river?
Or was she still dreaming?
A dream, a vision, it never happened.
She was dreaming, she has to be dreaming–
A hand suddenly rested on her shoulder and on instinct, she flinched, shoving it away as she scrambled up.