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Rhianneth lay upon the floor, a ruined shell of what she had once been. She could not recall anything of magical worth to memory, nor did she even have the ability to stand. The nausia was too compelling to keep her on the cold damp floor. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to beg for her powers back...but she could not. They were taken from her, leaving her alone and cold in this world. She had now lost everything dear to her, even when she had not realized what was really precious in her life, nor what really mattered. This revelation hit her harder than these giants ever could.
All Rhianneth could do was drown in her sorrow of failure and loss.
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He watched the poor woman be ripped apart in a manner of speaking. He could do nothing as the hand upon his throat was still tight. It began to hurt with an increasing ache that begged to be let go of. Now Rhianneth lay upon the cold stone, he wondered if they were to kill her now as her usefulness was ended, or would they toy with her more. He began to cry, not just for her, but also for seeing the naked truth that he had similar tortures to endure, he was sure.
There really was no way out.
Where were his friends? Ruby? Anarrima?
The Druid and the mighty golden dragon?
Why had they left him here to die? Maybe they were already dead...the Hunger would have won without him there to stop it. Yes...that is it...they are all dead and he is the last one alive.
[ 03-19-2004, 10:28 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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