Nadia
Matthew Ryan Fischer
The dark sky cleared and the moonlight hit her face. A hushed calm
fell and she could no longer hear the screams of the dead or the calls from her
companions. Her vision blurred as it had done so many times before when she fell
into a dream. Usually, her dreams were a warning of some kind, but this was
something different.
Nadia had tried to separate the spirit from the body. The spectre
was too powerful and would not submit. The host fell to the ground, lifeless, but the green glow
remained. Nadia had underestimated this spirit.
A black feather on the ground. A crow had watched. A crow saw all.
Dark deeds and darker warnings. The bird had tried to warn her, but she hadn’t
known how to hear. It was too late now. The spirit was too powerful.
Nadia watched in horror as the spirit approached her.
The night was quiet. A woman’s voice whispered in her ear. She was
fading into the darkness, but the woman’s voice grew stronger, replacing her
own.
Nadia no more, her body reborn, possessed, taken captive as the
spirit lived again.
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