Brianna Burnings

The Last Gateway

Kria lay sprawled on the ground where the last portal spit her up, indigo eyes screwed shut in agony. She let a scream escape her throat as her muscles reattached, her bones reconnected, and her skin knit back together. She sat up, gasping from the intense pain. Tingling replaced the screaming of her nerve endings, and she hugged herself tightly. The only comfort she would find here.