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The title for this chapter is… absurd, to say the least, as we know Grace lives on to write the rest of this tale. Yet, this is what she (or her scribe, rather) did in the original version, and we have chosen to do the same in ours.
I ran, or tried to.
Fire burned all around me, blue with great heat.
Bones sank into the dead sand, and so did I.
Grace had a feeling we might join them.
“Run!” I yelled.
I couldn’t, though, and we sunk into the sand.
I saw faces crying inside it, beckoning me towards it.
In the distance, the desert ended.
A skeleton shot at us.
I took out the flint and steel, lit a fire, and it burned walking through, madly attacking me.
A dark skeleton, taller, reminding me of the skull I had seen in…
Oh my. This is the place we saw, when we picked up the skull. The withered skull… the sand…
It slashed me, and I felt dead.
My health whittled down, I couldn’t breathe, my bones felt weak, my muscles crumpling. I was blind with tears of pain, though I couldn’t feel that.
I gasped for air, but it was a pointless hope.
We’re going to die.
The skeleton hit me again, and I fell into the sand, the faces welcoming me into the sweet release of death.
I ran, or tried to.
Fire burned all around me, blue with great heat.
Bones sank into the dead sand, and so did I.
Grace had a feeling we might join them.
“Run!” I yelled.
I couldn’t, though, and we sunk into the sand.
I saw faces crying inside it, beckoning me towards it.
In the distance, the desert ended.
A skeleton shot at us.
I took out the flint and steel, lit a fire, and it burned walking through, madly attacking me.
A dark skeleton, taller, reminding me of the skull I had seen in…
Oh my. This is the place we saw, when we picked up the skull. The withered skull… the sand…
It slashed me, and I felt dead.
My health whittled down, I couldn’t breathe, my bones felt weak, my muscles crumpling. I was blind with tears of pain, though I couldn’t feel that.
I gasped for air, but it was a pointless hope.
We’re going to die.
The skeleton hit me again, and I fell into the sand, the faces welcoming me into the sweet release of death.
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