Hades' Helmet Crew 3: Subterfuge|
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Copyright ©2010 Selena Illyria
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Golden clouds surrounded her. Anarrae floated among the stars. Everything felt good, so light and free. Warmth filled her up like a cup. It all felt so good. The world quivered around the edges. She felt her body shake but didn't respond. Being so high and relaxed felt too good. She didn't want to go back to that world she had just left. It had been too loud and violent. Shots ricocheted around her head and she winced. Too loud. "Anarrae, love, don't leave me," someone whispered. "Please, stay with me. Hang on."
Dodger? She opened her eyes and blinked at the bright lights. Blue eyes gazed at her. Not Dodger. She groaned and closed her eyes again only to be shaken. A throbbing started in her head and her stomach flipped. Ana tried push the person away, but her arms refused to move, like deadweight. She felt them but couldn't command them to do anything. Instead of panicking, she tried to fall asleep again. The golden clouds surrounded her, and this time she saw stars twinkling against a deep purple sky. Crystal blue rings appeared next as she floated higher.
"Anarrae!" Dodger's voice yelled at her from a distance. She turned her head, trying to spot him, only to see blue eyes staring at her, anger written in the dark sapphire depths. Why is he angry with me? she grumbled to herself.
"Wake up!" More shaking followed that command, and this time Ana thought she really was going to throw up. Her eyes flew open, and she rolled to the side only to fall to the floor. With a groan she pushed herself up and looked around. The pounding in her head made it difficult to focus. She wanted to return to her golden cloud world and drift.
"Ambassador, please do not yell at my patients!"
Ana looked up to find Dr. Titheniel, the Earth Elven doctor, glaring at someone and flicking stick-straight, mink-colored hair over her shoulder. Her lithe figure radiated agitation.
Ana sat up and saw a stranger sitting by the bed she'd just fallen from. Thick, wavy blond hair framed an angular face. Dark blue eyes turned to look at her, pinning her to the floor with their intensity. He seemed so familiar, but she couldn't place where she'd seen him before.
The cargo bay. The ambassador. Ana scrambled up, only to feel lightheaded. Her knees gave out and she crumpled back to the floor. Strong arms circled her waist and hauled her up. Once on steady ground, she turned to thank the person, only to have her stomach rebel. In that moment, a chill descended over her and sweat beaded on her brow as she pushed the man away and retched all over the med deck. The world swam before her eyes and she passed out again.
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