This Is Nothing…
Clara felt like the entire world had put itself over her chest as it was painfully pushed up and down in a steady, yet panicked rhythm. With each push that her chest received, her consciousness slowly came back to her. It wasn't enough to get her back to reality just yet, but it was enough to make her dream… To dream of a world where she had died…
Strangely, Clara didn't really expect herself to go out like this. She had seen her fair share of battles, and yet something like this never happened to her even when she was injured. Instead, she simply pushed forward, feeling absolutely fine despite having brushed against death far too many times than she could count.
This time was different, however. A feeling of dread and regret filled her entire being. She couldn't remember why, but there was a faint feeling of longing within her that not even Darius had made her feel. Sure, it was very much powerful, but it paled in comparison to this one.