#Chapter 83 - Taunts

Celia The darkness, I was once subjected to slowly brightens. My vision is blurry, forever clouded, as the sounds from the world around me begins to swallow me whole. What was once quiet now turns loud, the sound of laughter and taunts filling my ears, causing them to ring. I try my best to move my body, but it simply does not cooperate with me. I can feel a slight tingling in my fingertips, a small sliver of hope that I can cling to, and that I am not paralyzed, not condemned to a life of complete stillness. My eyelids flutter, taking in the dim lights of the tent that I am in. In front of me sits Bianca, her shoulders pulled back and chest pushed out, sitting upon what I can make out as a makeshift throne. It is made out of the Earth that surrounds us. Her throne is made out of stacked rocks, long branches from nearby trees, and vines from nearby plants. If she were not the one to be sitting on it, then I would think that it is a throne made, especially for mother nature hersel