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Why... why. This cold pressure, filling my insides, even the room seems far off, am I going to break, this crushing grip. If I move will I snap in half? Cold, alone, without... without. Maybe it is for the best if I remain still... I don't, I don't want to see anymore if this is what it comes to then... if only I could stop feeling, would it be easier? Maybe... but it won't change anything, I've probably caused more damage than I currently know... Harry... sorry, I'm so sorry... forgive me. This freezing clutch is lessened by the scorch of blurring tears.

How much time has passed? Has any passed at all? My head, my unmoving body, it is all numb, the room... it seems darker than usual, more empty. If I drift off will I see more? Longing and suffering, no... I don't want to, no more. I won't be able to take it. The dark corners of this home, are stretching out towards me, growing larger, swaddling my body in a dark and silent veil. Please, just let it remain like this...no, a faint humming?

From the dark buds of grass and moss are springing, tickling my cheeks cushioning my body, it feels... pleasant, but I don't deserve this, I... above, a round body of gleaming silver shining down illuminating specks of radiance over a gloomy blue sky almost smothered by tall trees. This faintly grassy odor tickling my nostrils, am I by a lake? The humming, it's getting closer, carried by the faint thuds left by careful steps. If I lean my head and gaze to my left I'll be able to see it, the keeper of this soothing melody. But the knowing, I'm sure it will hurt after I wake in my shelter from doomsday.

Orange-brown fur bathed in a gleam of silver. A long, wise face adorned by benevolent amber eyes, carrying a crown of bones in all of its majesty. The crowned one... my body, it is still numb but I can feel something warm flowing through me, pushing against the chilling wall that has taken hold. The obsidian hoves has stopped stepping, his face is getting closer, the slightly prickly fur is rubbing against my left side. Its heart beating with audible thuds, its skin emanating heat transferring to me through its caring touch, and the head peacefully laid down against my right, humming against my ear, it somehow makes me feel like... like things just might... become better.

Looking at the sky listening to that royal tune I start to pick up the other sounds of the forest, the hoots of owls, the skittering of small critters, and the soft steps left by larger creatures surrounding this bed of fur and moss, beyond my sight. I wonder what they are, this curiosity, no, it is one of the reasons that Harry got hurt... if only I didn't follow. This tune is, no, don't bother with me I'm not worth consoling, all my life, beyond the door, watching, dreaming of the world, leading to harm, my only deeds being stories from these visions of mine, please... just let me be.

This freezing gate within, it is cracking, if I stay for longer it is going to spill, and... its contents, all that's being held back... it will be too much. I need to move, I need to leave this place of solace... Wait... what's that above? "Ouch!" My palm, the brand, this intensity... it is like it's searing through my flesh. It cant be... above a shape embellished by six jet-black wings stretching across this small roof of sky from edge to edge. An indiscernible face swathed by night, peering right at me. The crowned one, he's standing up straight and royal, exuding a hostile pressure, the air itself, it is like someone ignited it. Why? My ears are ringing, it is like the air has been pierced for a split moment blowing away all other sounds, except from one heavy thud. My face got covered by something sticky, I cant see, I should remove it, wait... my hands are covered by a slightly radiating blue liquid, what did... huh? The crowned one, he has collapsed next to me. Piece of the crown split down the middle, those kind amber eyes, no it is just one now, empty, reflecting my own face back at me, my smeared in blue, crimson eyes wide. Where the other eye should be, nothing but a bleeding hole under shattered bone.

No... no! NO! This can't be, why? Why? WHY!? This is a lie, right? I cannot... I can't have caused this too right? No, this is just an illusion, this isn't real... it... it this touch, this fur, this skin is yet to grow dead and cold. Huh? Who? Someone else here? Right there at the edge of the darkness, the steps of boots. I must... no... the darkness has consumed everything again... ground, sky, smell, everything... gone into nothingness. My insides, they're crumbling overflowing... suffocating, screaming filling me to the brim, drowning me, all I can do is to try scream back, only for it to be silenced by the unending emptiness.

This head-splitting turmoil there's no end, I... I can barely feel or hear myself anymore. It is all just a flood of piercing feelings muddled together into one. A hand, dead and cold, its touch freezing everything into silence, it... it's on my shoulder, isn't it? Not alone, it's quiet, yet why does this hand exude loneliness? Quiet, still, all-consuming solitude. This chilling palm is covered in thick dark-red scales, ending in five curved stygian talons almost bleeding into the dark surrounding us. And further feathers adorning multiple wings in the same shade of the talons. Another claw is gripping my right shoulder... I wonder, is this it? Am I being taken away now? Maybe being suspended in nothingness is for the better? To not have to see, to feel, to hurt. A light? breaching through the abyss, a sound, a worried voice, Harry's voice. "Khatryn! Open your eyes.".