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Rhianneth
It was only now that she realised that her breath was scant, that only a little whiff of air was allowed - most kindly by these powerful foes - down her windpipe, as she was transported by the neck - and by the giants' hands - to face the gnome.
Once more am I wrong. Yes, again she had been mistaken. She had thought the gnome puny and insignificant, yet he seemed to wield greater authority than Terrakis.
She began to count the number of times she had been wrong, all this life.
Tyresias, the weakling... or so she thought. Echo, her ally in the darkness of these forums... or so she thought. Terrakis' vulnerability to taunts... or so she thought. Larry's existence... or so she thought. Her father's foolishness... or so she thought.
It had been one error after another. So there was really only one more question that bugged her now, as she hung gasping for her breath.
Have I been wrong about Mistral?
The world was spinning, her eyes threatened to close but she would not let them. No, she had been blind for over twenty years to the way things were.
She could not be blind again with her last ounce of breath.
Choking with self-deprecating laughter, she stared at the face of Tyresias, her body shaking uncontrollably yet relaxedly.
It will not be too long now, Father... and with an inward sigh, ...and you, Mistral.
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