Nyet

And then I’m alive again. My injuries are all gone. My lungs no longer have water in them. I must survive. The will of my followers, their faith in me, it keeps me alive. I feel the power of the beads surge through me, feel it draw on the love of my flock, on their very lives, to power my limbs as I pull myself to shore. I crawl onto the snowy bank with only one thought.

****.