lokuri

Niola was faltering now, still hearing the activities that occured just a few feet away from her...barely. Time seemed like a distant memory now, and the only thing that let her know she was still to the outside world was the increasing pain all over her body. The arrival of her saviors was not far away now, yet it had to be soon...very soon. Maintaining control of the wind -- even if it was subconsiously -- was tremendously difficult for a rookie such as herself. Had she been trained more in the art of wind manipulation, Niola would not be suffering so much. Never-the-less, Niola was just a novice. Her only talent when she was conscious was flying and managing to enclose herself in a light, if not mild wind. This, however, was far beyond her limit. It was as if the wind itself was sucking Niola's life away a bit at a time. At the same time, it tried to use Niola's body so that it's host would not die right away. In other words, the wind had flipped the table once Niola could no longer contain her emotions, using her instead of her using it!

"Come on, come on, come on! If this continues...I might not be able...to see...their fa...ces......a...gai...nhhh..."

Everything began to fall into silence. The voices...her friends...they all seemed so distant now. Still, the lower the background sounds sunk into the never-ending darkness before Niola, her purely grotesque song continued to fill the air, hiding its ugliness in a soothing lullaby. Such a musical composition containing only the notes of the soul -- the hideous form of hatred and regret performed via the mouth -- would sound pleasing to any ear. And yet, Niola hated every note of it, as though it was secretely the devil music. Soon, though, even this displeasing, wordless chant would escape Niola's deafening ears.

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