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Two battles raged on the dual plains of reality. One that was tangible and one that was not. In the physical realm, battles were marked by death and adrenaline. In the metaphysical realm, battles were marked by sanity and lucidity. It was not yet known which type of battle would end the lives of Capricorn, Nova, and Lyra. <br><br>Placid flames danced under the moonlight of moonless night. The three surviving friends huddled together. Lyra breathed heavily, her dead weight straining on Capricorn and Nova. Capricorn cradled her head, he brushed her hair out of her eyes. Nova rubbed her back gently. They didn’t speak, but they didn’t have to. They had grown tired of questions. Tired of searching for answers and tired of questioning their sanity. The three friends sat in silence. <br><br>Their backs against the massive trunk of a gnarled tree, they watched the flames dance. The light did little to pierce the darkness around them. The friends sat in a circle of firelight, but the darkness seemed to close in on them with each passing moment. As if something was coming for them, and the light didn’t matter. The silence was interrupted by a sudden jolt. Lyra snapped up, she was sitting up straight. She sat up straight as a bolt and her eyes were wide. She stared off into the nothingness. She didn’t blink. A gentle trickle of blood escaped her left tear duct and slid down her cheek. Capricorn and Nova didn’t speak. They simply watched. They watched without knowing what to say.<br><br>***<br><br>I've added a couple of paragraphs to give context, and would like a critique of the story so far.