The sudden agony of the surge snaps my head forward, and my hands fly up to the sides of my head involuntarily, like they’re trying to block the sudden burst of feelings and information all on their own. When the pain in my head finally subsides and I’m able to raise my head again, I’m shocked when I realize that know exactly who this person is. I doubly shocked that I was ever able to forget.

His name is Ghoul, and he’s my best friend in the world.   


“About a hundred of us woke up, all at once, in the forest just north of here.” Dex says. His eyes are distant, catching the slow pulse of the dying embers where the small fire had been.

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