#extract 3

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Imagination is a curious thing, she thought, wandering down the darkened hallway. Just then, she had imagined that Apollo’s bow had shone with a golden light, sung with it even. But that was preposterous, inanimate objects did not glow. Even she, with her scrambled brain and no memories could be certain at least, of that. The hallway was dark, there was no golden glow to illuminate her way now, just faint strands of light peeking out from under closed doors. Trying a handle to her right, Astrid found the door locked. Did Apollo leave the lamps on in his rooms and then lock the doors? Odd. Then again, Apollo was odd all over, from his gleaming teeth to those too bright blue eyes and that shock of raven black hair. A beauty, yes, but unidentifiable odd.

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Extract three; From the Ashes

I know I really recently posted an extract, but I'm genuinely surprised with what I just wrote. So here it is, enjoy! 

EDIT; I realise I haven't posted the 'prayer' that it mentions, and just so there's a frame of reference, it's mentioned earlier on, she says it after every death she finds, which unfortunately is a lot of death.

These vessels are now empty, their souls are now free,

Deliver them please, for these are not the lost, but found,

Give them their dreams, their wants and needs,

Thank you spirits, and by these words be you bound.

Except you don’t do it to living people, I told myself, You’re not the same as that monster.

“I believe that we should do the ceremony now, night will be here soon and I do not feel comfortable knowing what’s out there,” Topinz had begun shuffling again. I nodded my head and walked up the row I had placed some scented sprigs that I had found in the rooms on each of the bodies; they had been in every chamber, I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it had meant something to them. I motioned for Cinders and gave him a click, he stepped up to the first body with a quiet dignity and breathed a flurry of flame over the body. He repeated this twelve times, one for each of the bodies and returned to my side. He pawed slowly at my trousers, I tapped my side once and he climbed up onto my shoulder, no purring, no growling. He was silent.

I took a breath and began quietly speaking my prayer. I felt my eyes sting, I didn’t blink, I knew that would bring tears. I had said this prayer too many times recently, it was beginning to wear me down.

“What are you doing?” the Satyr asked quietly.

“A prayer,”

My prayer, I thought as I repeated it again. I intended to keep saying it until the flames died. I began the prayer for the third time when something happened to make me falter.

Topinz had begun to sing.

And it wasn’t like I had started to sing my prayer, no, his voice was a choir, more than a choir, his voice was an orchestra, listening carefully I could hear a myriad of instrumental tones beneath his voice which itself was more beautiful than I could have guessed. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then I knew I felt Cinders purring to the rhythm of the song. I didn’t need to blink for the tears to flow.

His voice filled the clearing, and I felt that it was echoing up into the heavens, joining those who had been taken, not only today but everyone I had ever said this prayer for. My prayer in the heavens.  

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