The hard soil crunches against her hands. What if she fell off and tumbled into the ocean, knowing she couldn’t swim? Knowing sharks were in the water and they would smell her fresh blood? Knowing that even the tiniest action, like a scratch, would send her to the Underworld, a pale-faced ruler.
The moon was a coated white, a familiar aura that she could see before.
Her hands almost gave out, bu...