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Larry listened to the explanation, his head low and tears welling up in his eyes. How could all of this be true? And what of Mistral? If she were not here in this grave, then where has she been for four years? Why had she not come looking for him? What had happened that day, where she and Arrakis met?
Larry looked over at the tomb, a new idea born into his thoughts. "We shall see.", and with that he unsheathed the Nightblade and stabbed it into the ground, trying to shovel his way to the coffin that may or may not be there. He would end this confusion here and now.
The sage let him go at it, undisturbed. It took nearly an hour, and Larry had given up on using his sword like a shovel and began to dig with his hands, working down into this hole he was making...until he happened upon a wooden box. He was anxious now, and knew that if he lifted the lid and found Mistral there, then he would now be ready to die along-side her. He cleared off the top, found the edges, and took one deep breath before using the Nightblade again to pry open the box that had been nailed shut.
Nails gave way easily because of the rotting wood...and the lid was pushed to one side.
He looked inside, and beheld to his astonishment, for he actually had expected Mistral to be there...but in her place was laid the remains of a wolf and Larry knew exactly what wolf it was.
His pet, Chaos...the one that Spree had given him...how...?
The pain of recognition melted away for Larry realized that this was not the time to grieve for his pet. Mistral was not here!! What was this???
He climbed out of the hole, and with his throat too choked up now to even speak in a normal tone, he cried out,
"WHERE DO I FIND HER?!?!?!?!?!"
[ 07-31-2006, 07:11 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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