Fate of Farellah

The water was draining quicker now, and I was growing lightheaded. It felt like I was on the edge of sleep's drift. Drifting and draining, and the warmth was leaving. My head was fuzzy. Soul was being drawn from my nostrils. I was almost asleep now, but I was resisting the urge to lose consciousness. There was one more thing that needed to leave my silent throat: 'I love you . . . Dragon.' Songstress Aura Telmacha Rosh continues her quest into the mist to free the moon from a corrupt angel. As she battles Nyte's destiny, she must also fight the 'small something' that pulses along with her heart. Will she be able to release the Song of Salvation before time is up? One thing is certain. It all ends here.