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She is shaken out of her self-imposed trance, and stands, the SpiritSword somehow leaping into her hands, and she whirls, looking for the danger..........
The sword falls out of her hands as she looks up to the cliffs where the cry came from, and falls to her knees, recognizing the voice, but not the anguish attached to it........ Tears immediately stream down her face at the absolute agony of the cry, and she screams, "CYRIL!!!!!!"
She runs to the cliff face, and heedless to the deeps gashes her knees and hands are receiving, she climbs upward, hurried by the tone of his cry.............
Suddenly her own cry is added to his as her hands slip, sticky with the blood of the gashes, and she falls.....
[ 03-29-2002, 12:36 AM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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