Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 170

Dylan POV

I cried, I completely and utterly sobbed to myself as I lay on the grass. The sun blurred down on my curled and the slight breeze that was in the air, wafted over my body effortlessly.

up form

I was still wearing my bloodied clothes along with the random T–shirt I was given when I arrived, I genuinely had no idea who it belonged too, but I did know it was large and comfortable, anything that wasn’t made out of that scratchy brown material my pants were made out of, basically felt like silk.

It was a particularly beautiful day, which usually would bring a smile and joy to someone’s face instantly, but for me, just reminded me what I had been kept from while I was locked in the palace.

Now though, I was out, I had managed to get away from the king and his constant torture, still I had genuinely never felt so disconnected and so isolated from society.

it

that I didn’t know a goddamn thing. I had no idea what Josh was doing back in my district, I didn’t know how to cope with my crumpling

to mention that every single time I would be addressed as queen, or her grace, I would feel all the more isolated from everyday life, and from all the people.

with life as if nothing had. happened. I wasn’t strong enough to just get up and accept everything anymore, not when my mind was trying to block out everything I had been through in the last few months. So, yeah I may have looked completely crazy, but I didn’t care as I screamed

hearing voices now as a copil method. “Get up!” However, the sound of those words a third time did make my stinging swollen eyes open slightly only to be met by a huge bright

sat up slightly leaning on my hands as I frantically looked around wiping my eyes in both terror and fascination. Whatever that was, made one specific thing very real, It was official… I was

had seen or heard was only a manifestation of my mind, still

continued to cry, admittedly it was

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my breathing back to normal as now the only thing occupying my thoughts was

so freaked out, but I had in fact seen it a few times before, and I had

was it exactly? Was it a hallucination of some kind? Could I have conjured up in my crumbling mind an imaginary yet mysterious light that only ever appeared when I was truly on the brink of collapse? Was it subconsciously my way of coping with the fact that no matter what happened, I would

never really believed in things like that before, but the only other logical explanation that could elucidate the situation would be that I was, in actuality, becoming unhinged. It wasn’t impossible, people who had