It had been a while since I had a dream. I opened my eyes, it felt like I was floating in water. I looked around, it was the village from where I came from. I saw myself sitting down. I was seeing the life I had. Why am I seeing this? I looked at myself, a younger version. I was dirty, and had bruises everywhere. Ah its from then. I had remembered why I was in this state. Seeing the look I had, I was angered these people who took me in, if you could even describe them as people, left me like this only as someone to be raised as a sacrifice. I saw myself getting up I was holding a stale piece of bread. I already knew where I was heading. I followed myself down the street, then to the small stable I lived in. I saw myself making a fire, slowly getting rocks here and there and wood. Then with slight hesitation throwing in the bread into the fire. He was crying, then after closing his eyes, with a sigh let out, I heard myself speak.

"Please, just this once, please let tomorrow be better."

I remembered doing this, I didn't ask this from anyone in particular, I was just desperate, desperate for better days. I looked to my side and saw myself put out the fire and lie down on some hay. Then with a sudden jolt of pain I looked down at my arm, I saw the flesh of my arm exposed as well as the bone. I looked back at my younger self they also had the same thing happening with their arm. In my confusion I hadn't notice that he was smiling and had his eyes open, I took a step forward confused on what was happening. However with that step forward I fell through the floor.

I was in what felt like under water, everything pitch black. I felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe. I looked around, there in a distance I saw myself, sitting down. I saw my mouth move but heard nothing. Instead I felt it, it was as if it went directly straight into my head.

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"Just this once"

What? Then in that split second before blinking, I saw the one who said this, this time only bones. Then with that blink everything was dark again.

"Open your eyes."

"Open your eyes Bellamy!"

It felt as if I was fully energized. I looked at who was shouting. It was Colt. He looked even more hurt than earlier, it seemed as if he was injured on his ribs with him holding that place with his arms. I looked again to see what happened to Emma and the guard, she was also struggling as much as him. Emma was still distracting the guard but this time the guard looked as if his fingers were no longer functional, some even missing. He's not holding his hammer.

I looked at my arm. It was no longer snapped like it originally was, what had originally been my skin was now in some parts layered with bone. I felt my ribs as well, it felt almost as hard as rocks. It looked like colt had also noticed.

"Bellamy, what happened to you?"

I looked at him, his face covered with dirt , scars covering his face and his clothes ripped in different places, looking at me with an anxious look. I wondered how long I was out in order for him to look this way.

"I'm not sure"