Chapter 35. Fury, Stop!

Eir’s POV

It was bad, really bad. It played over and over again in my head like a bad dream. I watched as they kicked Astor in the stomach, face, and back. Over and over again, I heard bones break, how he choked on his own blood. Nothing I did helped. I screamed, tried to jump their backs, hit, and kicked. They threw me away like a dirty rag doll before that final punch in the face made my vision blur. I remember he wanted to throw me down the river fall. I remember fighting, clawing at the ground, kicking, and screaming. But still, I was dragged closer and closer to that roaring waterfall. Suddenly, everything turned black. A surging pain hit me right in the face, but after, there was only numbness. Caught in a dark slumber, I heard the sound of my own heart, my ragged breaths, and I heard how my lounges squeaked with each breath. The air around me smelled sweet and metallic, and far away, I could hear the screams and shouts. Like I was captive in my own sound wall, protected