Zora of Termina
forget your high society
- Pronoun
- fucking guess
I'm only 1000 words behind now, at 44000. I've written ~4000 by now and I'm feeling pretty damn good! I'm sure I'll manage to get fully caught up by tomorrow! And I might just get ahead tomorrow too! The end is in sight! I know I can do it now!
Obligatory excerpt:
Obligatory excerpt:
There’s the door. Azrael opens it and we walk through. It’s far cooler tonight. The moon is almost full and high. I expect that it will be full by tomorrow, which is better because it means I’ll go Berserk easier. The stars are plenty and beautiful and it smells like fresh-mowed grass. No windows on the walls so no one can see us. Only that door.
The first thing I do is I start walking around to get my legs used to much movement again. I guess it’s best I do it now, else our plan might fail. Riza follows, and I glance backward.
“I want to be able to run as fast as I can if needed.” she explains. I nod.
I get tired of pacing after a bit, then just take to sitting down in my spot like I did the last time. I look up at the sky. “I wonder if when they get here we could just fly away through here…?”
“There’s a force field.” Azrael mutters, “No getting in or out of there.”
“I’ll let them know that then.” Yawning, I lay back on the grass and stare up at the stars. I didn’t think I’d get a chance to do this while I was still in here, but here I am. I take a moment to silently thank Paige and Leisha for having been there while they were. I remember what Rhythm told me after the former died, and even just thinking that she might be watching over me makes me feel far more confident.
I can do this. I can get out of here. We'll all get out of here.