by Jon Jacks
I’m the weird girl. You know; the one every kid in class avoids, just in case what I’ve got is catching. Not that I care. See, there are worlds other than this one. Worlds we pass on to when we die. Worlds, even, where we exist before we’re even born. They’re the worlds of the Nyxt. And, if I don’t handle things right, they’re about to declare war on the living.