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Rhianneth
Her head was screaming for rest, while her weary legs continued to pound their way after Brendon. Never had she exerted herself so excruciatingly before as this day, and she could almost feel her lungs rupturing from the exercise. Yet all she could do was open her parched mouth, gasping frantically, trying to conserve whatever ounce of energy she had left - which wasn't much. No, this was truly a trying day that hurled her from one perilous moment to another. She nearly could not think from all the massive throbbing in the head and heart, for if she could, she might well not be doing all this useless sprinting.
I'm going to die... we're going to die... it's hopeless... But the real irony was that she simply could not stop. Perhaps it was this last desperate attempt to redeem herself before taking her last breath; perhaps she didn't want to sit around and be mauled or disintegrated into pieces. Whatever the driving force, she willed herself to stagger on, climbing this devious flight of steps, her half-closing eyes pinned on Brendon's back.
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