past

Shapes had lost their definition. Light was blinding, a hot white she had never seen brighter, yet the only color or shape she could define was the deepest shadows contrasting in the light. Air struck her lungs in painful bursts, and her hand shot to her mouth, unbelieving of the passage of air through her mouth. The salt on her fingertips burned her cracked lips. Jumping from her mouth to her neck, she whimpered at the smooth skin she felt along the length of her neck. The damp sand underneath her back was cold enough to send chills deep into her bones, yet her sun stung skin burned where it kissed the sun.

Only remnants of remained of her last hours, or for all she knew, last few days. How long she had been beached was a mystery. But, one thing was evident-- she had been banished...

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