The gun against his head felt all too real. It seemed to be heating up under the glare of the sun. His hands were tied behind his back, and the rough knots bit into his skin. It was then when he saw the lilac sky, a bright, alien colour that ringed the sun’s circle in purple flame. He looked down, blinking as velvet motes danced over the sand and the rocks. He saw high boots and pants the colour of bark. His hair felt different, his face felt different. His whole body felt different. He was . . . stronger. ‘Wait,’ he said, licking his lips, trying to understand the voice. The accent seemed
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