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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 0:45:32 GMT
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Malia!
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Post by Malia on Nov 8, 2018 21:10:53 GMT
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44. Our muses are on the run together.
It had happened suddenly. One moment everyone was fine, the next they were all on the ground. Azgeda had attacked, leaving their village smothering in ashes. They had set fires with the acidic sap, causing their skin and lungs to burn. Malia staggered out of the village, coughing. The air was thick and foggy, making it hard to see through and breathe. She looked around frantically, unsure of whether the people moving through the smoke in the distance were her people or Azgeda warriors. She tripped over hidden rubble on the ground, her hand over her mouth with a cloth to try and make breathing easier. She finally saw someone she recognized, and stumbled towards him.
Ilian!" She grabed his arm, holding the sleeve tightly with her hand. She pulled him away from the village, coughing. She didn't want them to get caught. Under the smoke, it was unlikely, but they would die if they breathed it in anymore.
"We must leave," she told him hoarsely. "We cannot fight them on our on, nor save our people. We must go find help."
Tagged: Ilian
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