GENRE: Paranormal Romance/Fantasy
In horror, I watched in my mind’s eye as Arianwen danced, macabre-like, before falling to the ground, rolling and smothering the flames that crept up and over her body. Her banshee screams rent the morning air, while fire licked and kissed her skin leaving bubbles and blisters in its wake.
As Arianwen lay in the dirt smoldering and crying I felt her intense pain surge throughout her body. Arianwen’s gasps for air are mine. Her pain is mine. Everything she is I am, because I am (was) her.
The psychic and Owen told me I would see and feel Arianwen’s emotions, but I hadn’t expected such an emotional roller-coaster ride. This past-life regression is surreal, and it’s not finished. All I want is to go back to the present day and my body, but I can’t. The past lingers – it waits for me.
The internal struggle against the old memories and feeling her pain course through me is fierce. Arianwen’s pain is washing and taking over me. I don’t fight anymore, I can’t. My end - death - is here.
The air is filled with the pungent smell of smoke, burnt hair and skin. My eyes are closed as I breathe in shallow breaths. The feel of the cool earth against charred flesh is comforting - almost. In an instant I feel them, my betrayers. My rage grows as I hear their laughter and chants surround me.