The Curse: AMONAYIN
by Mantissa Creed
Without hesitation, he thrusts his blade into my chest and immediately yanks it out. I blink. Blood hisses through my veins as I stare at Zachary’s eyes that have now cleared. I feel cold. A vibrating wind blows through my soul. I don’t know if it’s my heart beating so faint or Zachary’s. His sword drops to the ground and his knees follow, his cheeks flooded with tears.