A Fate Unwoven

Epilogue

She was dying.

Every breath she took felt like glass in her lungs. There was a crushing weight on her chest, suffocating her, stealing what little strength she had left. She couldn’t feel her legs. Couldn’t feel anything beside that weight and the excruciating pain in her chest.

Darkness pulled at her, gentle fingers coaxing her into its depths. All she needed to do was let go, and the pain would end. There would be no more suffering. No more fighting for a fate that hadn’t been written.

She was just about to give in, to let the darkness take her, when a powerful voice echoed through her mind.

It’s time to wake up, Iska, it said. We have work to do.