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a fantasy romance story of a young 17 year old girl far from home who doesn't know who she is

Chp 1
Water laps at my legs and face, the rest of my skin burns with a fire of heat from a strong severely heated fever. My head pounds in a series of beats and each is worse than the last. My muscles scream with killing pain as if needles have encased them. I feel as if I am in a dream with everything this hazy. In my dream, there are figures running towards me a group of men I do not know but I cannot be sure for my vision is failing. I hear shouting probably from the men but I cannot distinguish their words. What would be the point of the words though; if I am lucky death will seize me and put me out of this fierce misery. One of the men comes closer than the rest and leans down next to me. I cannot describe him besides that he was deeply tanned because at that moment my vision leaves me completely.

His cool hands scan over me, feeling my flesh for life. I don't want the hands to ever leave for I have deeply missed the feeling of cool. I breathe but I am not sure if it is visible for they are shallow breaths. I pray that he can see I am living. He lifts me up from the wet sandy ocean's bank and more pain screams through me and I can feel a warm liquid dripping off of me. I give an agonized quiet scream for that is all I can manage. The man starts to speak in a soft, sweet, warm honey voice but unfortunately I am too far gone to understand him I catch one little thing, "I got you beleza," but the rest of his words do not register; I have failed to comprehend them. I wish the lids of my eyes would open so I could see him but they are too heavy instead I lift a hand and place it on his chest for an instant but even that is too much and my muscles scream in agony, but I cannot even scream a little scream to show my pain. (As I thought about it afterwards a scream would not have made anyone’s life easier and my throat would’ve hurt even more than it already did.)

I am carried to a closed place cooler than the hotly breezy midnight air and I can no longer even smell the sea air and somehow that is so comforting. He takes me into a room I believe that was it. It smells of alcohol and medicine. He yells for help and gently places me on a bed of hot burning sheets that smell too clean. As his hands leave me I burn once more this time I am able to scream. I can sense my savior’s panic; I try to pry my eyes open to reassure him. Strangely I am able to open them and I look at him he is blurry but I can tell he is scared. I hear footsteps and shouting men coming into the room. My savior backs away and sight leaves me and so do my other senses. The world leaves me in darkness with nothing but my pain to show I live.

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