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Poet/Writer, Chef. @ University of Abuja
The Echo Of Ashes.
<p>Prologue: The Final Silence</p><p><br/></p><p>ELIZA ran. Her lungs were on fire, her legs were useless pistons, and the ragged, desperate sound of her own breathing was the only noise in the absolute, suffocating darkness of the woods. She stumbled over a root, her shoulder slamming into the rough bark of an ancient oak, but she did not pause. The images of her friends' final moments—the impossible contortion of Marcus, the arterial spray of Clara, the crushed stillness of Sarah, the silent, broken body of Jake were a relentless, flashing montage of terror in her mind. She was running from a silence that had become a physical, murderous presence, and a fire that consumed everything it touched.</p><p><br/></p><p>She ran until her body betrayed her, collapsing in a small, moss-covered clearing. She looked up, and her final moment of hope evaporated.</p><p><br/></p><p>Standing before her was a figure woven from shadow and heat: MARGARITA, the Silent Witch.</p><p><br/></p><p>Eliza tried to scramble backward, clawing at the moss, but her limbs were locked, pinned by an invisible, crushing force. Margarita was raised slowly, a black silhouette against the churning storm clouds. Eliza’s eyes widened in a pure, unadulterated terror that stole her voice.</p><p><br/></p><p>A low, intense HISSING sound, like a furnace igniting, began to fill the air. She felt a searing, agonizing heat build around her, a heat that felt like it was coming from inside her skin. Her flesh began to turn a sickening, glossy red, stretching taut as the internal temperature rose. She thrashed silently, her hands clawing at her throat, desperate to scream, but the curse of silence held her fast.</p><p><br/></p><p>Margarita’s eyes, burning like embers, locked onto hers. Eliza felt every nerve ending scream as the heat reached its peak. Small plumes of smoke began to curl from her hair and clothes. Her body began to ignite, not with a sudden burst, but with a slow, agonizing combustion.</p><p><br/></p><p>The silence was violently shattered by a high-pitched, desperate, blood-curdling scream.</p><p><br/></p><p>“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”</p><p><br/></p><p>The sound was abruptly cut off as her vocal cords were incinerated. Only the crackle of fire remained, then... absolute, eternal silence.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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