H ow much does a memory weigh?
A lifetime’s worth weighed enough to make my consciousness dull
and fuzzy. Tisaanah and I fell together in the swamps of Niraja’s ruins. I awoke briefly to Sammerin and Brayan dragging us out of the water.
“What is this?” Brayan muttered, reaching for the thing grasped tightly in my hands.
I summoned my nearly non-existent strength to pull it back. Even half- conscious, I knew this thing was important—dangerous. I wouldn’t let anyone take it from us.
“Max?” Sammerin leaned over me. The sight of my friend’s face summoned an overwhelming onslaught of memories.
“Sammerin,” I choked out.
I wasn’t sure what I was trying to tell him. But Sammerin’s brows lurched, and I knew that even in all the words I left unsaid, he understood that something had changed.
“They’re retreating,” Sammerin said. “We have a window to go—” I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I let the darkness take me.
