>>Amber
Hael and I closed our eyes, our hands squeezing each other's as we waited for the final blow
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It didn't come but the miasma was enough to corrupt us and we were losing our mind. Though still we both opened our eyes to see what stopped Persephone.
The air around us crackled, the oppressive weight of the miasma still suffocating but... different. My breaths came in shallow gasps, and though my mind was clouded with pain, I forced my eyes open. The world blurred and spun, but then something broke through the haze.
Golden hair.
"Pen!" He said, "Stop! Don't do this!!"
I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Amidst the swirling darkness stood a man with radiant, golden hair. His arms were wrapped tightly around Persephone, holding her back as she struggled against him. The ragged cloth he had on though was all too familiar.
