The Forgotten Children (TToA: The Burning Maze *SPOILER ALERT*)
The sky was clear. There were no clouds, no thunder, no nothing. Yet the girl on the beach wished with all the might of her aching heart that some sort of disruption might shake this calm. A flash in the heavens, a crackle of electricity in the air, a growl of stormclouds. Just anything, anything that might tell her that it had all been a dream, that she would see him again, well and whole. Please, she begged, please . Her silent petition hung alone in the air until a gentle breath of wind whisked it away. Her heart was heavy. She thought she knew pain. Yet this fresh heartrending, relentless, agonising misery clung stubbornly to her chest, weighing down every bone in her body, forming new yet well-known tears at the corners of her swollen, colour-shifting eyes. Well, colour-shifting, yes, but for the last three days, a dull red had rimmed those once-sparkling orbs, born from endless nights of tears. Above her weary wet eyes swept locks of dark hair. It had g...